I am Blessed.

I'm halfway through this pregnancy. I can't believe how quickly it's gone already. I guess I haven't spent as much time just daydreaming about this baby. When I was pregnant with Peyton, that pregnancy was my all-consuming focus. I spent hours just staring at my belly, dreaming about what my child would look like, and talking to her in soft whispers. I feel almost guilty when I compare that pregnancy with this one. This time around I've been so busy--so preoccupied with a busy almost-toddler, an international move, and an adjustment to the mission field. I guess in all the hub bub, I've lost sight of the simple miracle going on just inside my body.

These past weeks as my unborn child grows (and my belly along with her!) I am reminded of the incredible miracle of life. As I feel her kicks against my abdomen, and her little squirming movements that feel like butterflies, I can't help but stop. Stop in the midst of my busyness, and just revel in the fact that there is indeed a life being created within me. Her sweet little nose is being shaped... her lips are being formed... she can already suck her thumb, hiccup, somersault, taste and even hear! When I sit and think of her, will myself to take the time to sit and daydream about my new little one... I cannot stop the quickening of my own heart. I am so excited to look into the eyes of my second child. I cannot wait to hold her in my arms and soak in those first glimpses of her face, her mouth, her little toes, her eyes.

I am blessed.