The waves of this pregnancy break over my belly in tired, tight ripples warning me that I’ve done too much. I feel her kicking as my side tightens and my muscles groan in familiar protest.
29 weeks.
It feels heavy. Weighty. To have the responsibility of growing another human being.
He finds me where I am lying on the bed. He has his brand new legos with him. We’ve just returned from picking them out, it’s late, and still he wants to build just one more set. I see knights and valor dancing in his eyes. And diligent determination spelled out by his finger tips.
She kicks, he builds; and I am growing them both.
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I am always amazed at the way you weave words into stories that reach me way down in the deep parts.
Beautiful words, Lisa-Jo.
Rebekah articulated exactly what I am thinking!
So simple and yet so beautiful. You have such a way with words Lisa-Jo.
I love to think about what it will be like when your little princess arrives to join in all the blessedness of your family . . .
An accute mothering moment captured and articulated exquisitely. Happy building at both construction sites: your lego fortress and your baby girl.
I love that my 11 year olds still dig the legos.
I’m lifting you, your daughter and your whole family up in prayer right now. Love you!
… and as you build them, so He is knitting together your heart and mind and spirit in carefully constructed stitches… and creating a masterpiece that you can’t even imagine yet… be strengthened friend in the knowledge that you are His and may His breath give you hope, peace, joy, and love this day…
Thanks Jenny! I was just over at Rainmakers and Stormchasers admiring your beautiful header photography. Just gorgeous!
I love your look on motherhood! Thanks for your inspiring words