I know I have already written a post for today, but since the last time I wrote before this afternoon was September 10th, I figure one more post is not going to shatter world records.
I previously wrote about going to the home where I grew up as an adult. It has not been a destination of mine for the past five years, but the past three weeks is a precursor to a few upcoming visits.
Little Man is about to have a cousin. Little Miss is about to make her appearance. Her mom has been on bed rest since the end of June. She managed fine until about a month ago. I went to help her out for three weeks.
It was a full three weeks. Her home, although looked after, was not looked after the way she likes it. So, I cleaned her house. I cleaned the hood over the stove, I cleaned her countertops, I cleaned her floors, I cleaned her deck. I cleaned and she smiled. Sometimes it just takes your mom to fix things the way you want them. I hope I did that well.
I also got to start in on the nursery. The room that was to become Little Miss’ room was a mess, well, not exactly, it was a storeroom of sorts. We got that cleared and I painted. I painted that room two and half times. The first time it was a basic covering, the second coat went on well and covered up most of what it was supposed to. The third time I hit all the places missed the first two times. The room is a sunny yellow, very bright and cheery. Perfect for Little Miss.
Before I left, the room was almost complete. The new carpet was laid, the furniture arrived and put together and the bedding washed and laid out. The storeroom was now a sweet feminine room. Bright yellow mellowed by a gray carpet and white furniture and linens and curtains a combination of gray, white and butter yellow. All waiting for Little Miss.
This was all fun, but the best part of the visit was the appointments my daughter has. She has to go a couple of times a week to check on our little girl. My daughter has been in a high risk pregnancy and it is one that the doctors did not think would progress past 30 weeks. They were thrilled when she went past 34 weeks. This week will start her 36th week. We are thrilled. Our Little Miss is spunky.
I have had the joy of being able to see our Little Miss via the twice weekly sonograms that are required. Tears of joy filled my eyes when I first saw her. I was then able to see her often and notice that she has her mother’s profile. At one point she turned and looked at us with her eyes wide open as if to ask us what was going on. Her eyes are the shape of her mom’s eyes too.
But, perhaps, the greatest thrill came when we went to the pregnancy specialist appointment. It is an appointment my daughter dreads, and it is a stressful time. This time, though, was fascinating to me. I saw them measure the length of her little legs, I saw her heart beating, her lungs functioning and her brain waves measured. I saw them watch and record what they were seeing. It was all very clinical, but, to me, I saw a miracle. Psalm 139:14 says, “I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well.” (New King James Version)
So, our Little Man will be a cousin soon. He will be a good one. I hope he chases her and teases her and pulls her hair. I hope she does the same. For, I have a cousin, who, as children, we chased each other around. We wrestled and because he was a boy, he would win. But, there was this one time where I got the better of him. This is what I hope for my grandchildren. So, that when they grow they can visit and remember the times that were only once in a while, but filled with the best of memories.
We will head out west again soon, only this time I won’t have to look at a screen to see our Little Miss. I will be able to hold her and see her little eyes filled with anticipation of things to come.
Thanks for stopping by, DAF