It’s 4:30am here on the west coast and I am awake, watching the royal wedding with the rest of the world. The bishop just finished his sermon on the power of love and now “Stand by Me” is being sung by the choir and I just want to cry all the tears.
Weddings make me cry. Young love and new beginnings make me cry. My enduring fascination and love for the royal family makes me cry. And pregnancy hormones make me cry.
I’m a mess.
A mess mostly because I’m just so thankful that I, too, get to know the power of love. All good things in my life began with falling in love with my husband and, now, we have three children whom give us more joy and love than we ever could have imagined. It’s a whole new level of love.
A love that will be taken a step further even as we prepare to welcome Baby #4 very soon. I’m exactly a week away from my due date and, given our journey and my lifelong dream of having a large family, it is incredible, and surreal, and magical, and bittersweet, and everything in between.
And though, as ever, I worry that something will happen between now and this baby’s lively entrance into the world, I am trusting it will all work out. And I am so excited to meet this child. Though closing this chapter of our lives is a mixed bag of emotions, this baby is the missing puzzle piece we’ve been waiting for all along. This baby will complete our family and, in this moment, I can hardly even believe this is real life. It seems that, no so long ago, I wondered if I would ever have one, or two, children. And now we are about to welcome our fourth. A dream come true. My own little fairytale. I will pop in once more after the birth to give the baby stats.
Oh, and one more thing…
It’s a girl!!!