Seven days to Christmas and about four weeks until the three of us become four. We have not panicked about Christmas at all this year, we are too busy panicking about our soon to be expanded family. Carpet has finally been laid in the bedrooms, Summer crawled over it and shouted in delight, poor depraved child!
I have been wanting to write about the bittersweet emotions that seem to catch up with me, but its hard to put down in words. Every scan we have been for indicates that this baby is perfectly fine, something worth rejoicing for and yet it does tug at me that this is what scans for Summer should have been like. I feel this baby kick and I know I will be able to kiss its feet and they will move. I watch summer sitting and dancing to music and see how much she loves it and again it tugs at your heart to know that ballet classes are not going to be where I will be sending her.
I know that these things are so small though. We have so many things to be thankful for and so many things Summer has already achieved and will do in the future. We eagerly await this new ones arrival (although not before the New Year thank you very much!)
Trust in the lord with all your heart,
do not lean on your own understanding,
acknowledge him in all that you do
and he will give you straight paths
