Sunday, April 15, 2018
Ten Thousand Joys
My daughter is nine months pregnant. I cannot even glance at her without tears welling and threatening to foolishly overflow. On Easter Sunday, I gifted her the baby book I kept during her first years - the one with my handwritten notes lovingly recorded on every page. First smile, first step, first word...first kiss on Mommy's cheek. Filled with early pictures and mementos, including the grainy and ridiculously vague ultrasound photo that possessed me - my first glimpse of the little babe I would love all the days of my life. Somehow, it felt right that she should have the book I so earnestly recorded in. And I hope that when she reads between those gushy, flowery words, she will know that I have stood right where she is. Yes, it will be hard...arduous, exhausting.
And when, at last it is over, my wish is that she knows what I have known - ten thousand joys.