Its 10:12am on a bright, sunny Thursday morning. In half an hour we must head to Glangwili once again to hook Pickles up to the baby monitor and hear that delightful sound, that precious music to our ears, our unborn daughters heartbeat. As loud to me as if a prophet had bellowed from the Heavens.
Im happy the sun has made an appearance, bathing everything in a buttery glow, because it feels to me to be a good omen of things to come. Its like a visual shot in the eyeballs of calm and reassurance, something in the air telling us everything is going to be fine. And im grateful for it. We both are.
Pickles is due tomorrow, on the 3rd of September, so who knows what lays ahead? Its a fantastic journey which ought to be experienced by all. Ive been on many spiritual rollercoaster rides in my time on this earth but this has been the most pleasant. And its one where the outcome is something bigger than anything I have handled before.
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