At 12:45 a.m., my cell phone rang. Regular contractions. Real labor. Time to go.
Swiftly, I grabbed my two littlest babes from their beds and loaded them in to the van. We'd have to leave the mountain before the hot air balloon ride later that day... before their two oldest brothers floated through the sky with Grandmom & Pops.
As we raced up the highway, I prayed. They slept. Peacefully. Soundly. Until 3 a.m. when we reached the hospital parking lot. Big Man awoke, and with a tired, squeaky voice he asked, "Mom, how will the baby be born?"
"Well, God has a very special way for helping babies come out of their mama's tummies."
"You mean, with His arms?"
Yes, Big Man. With His everlasting arms.
This morning, the Giver of all good gifts, gave yet one more...
An infant babe. A wonderfully beautiful infant babe.
With a tiny cry and cheeks the size of basketballs, my nephew--
my beautiful 10-pound linebacker of a nephew--
made his grand debut. At 9:31 he emerged, and it. was. awesome.
Marvelous. Incredible. Awe-inspiring. Miraculous.
A perfect gift~
Our God is so good.