You would think that the fourth time around would be less exciting somehow. That the ‘been there, done this’ feeling would be more prevalent than the incredible sense of wonder that accompanies the first of any experience.
This morning Dave and I nervously waited in the ultrasound reception area, sharing a warm, flaky almond croissant as we tried not to think too much about the completely possible reality that we were about to be told that we had no reasons for celebration.
As the screen flickered on and I craned my neck to catch a first glimpse of the black and white images, it happened. A beautiful, perfectly formed baby flashed up – wriggling, lifting its hands and twisting about. We were both overcome with emotion and such gratitude, watching in wonder as each measurement was taken – the little being making itself comfortable and avoiding the newfound prodding of the probe.
Life is such a miracle. Love is the only possible response towards this incredible reality. It stretches outwards beneath the ever-changing sky. We are profoundly grateful.
This post is part of the #Write31Days challenge that I’m participating in along with talented community of other writers. We free write for five minutes (or more) each day guided by a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘sky’.
For more information on 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes, check out Christina Hubbard’s site!