Well, come they did. My aunt, with the help of my mom, cousin and sister threw a perfect party for babe and I. The food was amazing, the cakes unbelievable and the company, well, the love in that room was pretty freaking fantastic. And while I will NEVER EVER subject another pregnant woman to the yarn game (don't ask), I thoroughly enjoyed each and every person and was thankful for each and every gift. My mother-in-law drove down with me and braved both sides of my family, fitting right in with all the chatty Kathy's (or in our family, chatty Mary's). It was wonderful to merge family, new and old, all to celebrate this little soccer player inside me.
Baby Ninness was gifted with many essentials and mom and dad were gifted with not having to purchase some of the bigger items. People's generosity never ceases to amaze me. But one gift sticks out for me.
Until I get the photos from my cousin, this will have to do. My sister gifted baby with a basket of pink and blue. One of the items was a cross, a pink one and a blue one, with the words from 1st Samuel, "For this Child I have prayed." I couldn't let myself think of the significance of the words until church the next day, when I definitely let the tears fall. Because she gets it.
When we first began telling folks that we were pregnant, we got a lot of "WOW that was quick" and "you didn't waste any time" even a few "oops" comments. What my sister and mom and those closest to us knew was that there was nothing accidental about this baby. I prayed for this child for so many years, long before I knew her dad, long before I knew if I would become a mama. I just prayed that I would get to one day, somehow, have a baby. Ross and I prayed for this before we got married as well. For many reasons, I feared I might not get this gift. I feared that the desire I have had since I laid eyes on my first baby (my little brother) would go unheeded. Oh ye of little faith.
So, for this child we did pray, and we continue to pray daily. For this child I am grateful. For the chance to be a mama, I am humbled and in awe. And for the family and friends who celebrate with us, with love, prayers, strollers, rubber ducky towels, butt paste and diapers, we are so thankful.