Last week, my family got big news. My wife is pregnant with our second child, which we found out is a girl! Here’s the first look (it’s one of those 3D ultrasound images):
I’m so excited to welcome this little girl into our lives in a few months. Her life will be a beautiful one, and I’m honored to be chosen to shepherd her. I’m honored, but I’m also pretty scared. But that’s for another time.
What I realized after the ultrasound (it makes everything so much more real, you know?) is that these next 5 months or so will be the last months that my son is the only child. We’ll be going from a family of 3 to a family of 4. Obviously, I knew that already, but I don’t think it ever really sank in.
It made me want to really soak it in and enjoy it, because it will be much harder in the future to spend one-on-one, uninterrupted time with my little guy.
The night we found out it was a girl we went out to eat at a little place off Main Street that has a great back patio. We request outside whenever possible (those that have a little boy know what I’m talking about). Watching my son run around and play with his ball, my heart was so tender for him and the time we’ve been having together.
I know I’ll be able to do things with him just by myself in the future, but we’ve been able to do that whenever we wanted for the last 20 months, and that’s something I’ll never forget.
Each time that red ball rolled down the sidewalk and he let out another “…oooooohh….,” I felt more and more thankful to have that time. It’ll be so good to have another child around, but for now I’m so thankful for the time God gave us with just Paxton.
As I enjoyed the cool fall afternoon, smelling the leaves and feeling the sun, I tried to imagine how God can love each one of us even more than I love my son and my daughter. How can that be possible? I don’t even know one of them yet but I would literally do anything in the world for them.
I would absolutely put my life on the line for either of them. As soon as you know they exist, I don’t know how you can think any differently.
Yet still, God loves them more than I do. He knows them better than I ever will. He cares for them more than I ever could.
And he feels the same way about me.
Maybe God misses those days when each of us were still in the womb when He had one-on-one time with us, carefully and skillfully taking the time to form us and shape us.
I can’t wait to meet my little girl. But for now, I’m hanging out with this guy every chance I get:
P.S. – We already know the name of my little girl. Head over to my wife’s blog to find out what it is.