This Time of Year

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This was SBR last year on December 7th. This time last year, I was terrified. We were scheduled for an ultrasound at MUSC to check to see that SBR had all necessary organs for life outside of the womb and to check for neural tube defects. I remember working half a day, and then heading to Charleston. I remember waiting in the waiting room trying not to think of the outcome. My parents went with Miles and I, so that no matter the outcome we would not be alone. We had made that long, lonely journey home 2 too many times. So there we were, waiting,praying, and hoping. When they finally called us back, I felt like I could hardly breathe. When the technician told us that his head looked perfect, I started breathing a little. But, when she said there were 2 kidneys, I not only breathed again, I couldn’t hold back my emotions. I was so relieved. My prayers had been answered.

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Now, a year later, I cannot even imagine my life without him. He is truly my Ray of Sunshine. I knew I wanted to have a baby last year; I had no idea how he would change my life. He brings a smile to face every day. He brings pure joy to each day with his new tricks, cute laugh, and sweet little hugs. I don’t mind not sleeping in on the weekend, because it is more time to spend with him. I miss him even when I’ve just gone to the grocery store for a few minutes. When I look at him, I know that God IS indeed with us. He has heard our prayers, and blessed us beyond measure. I often wonder if Mary felt this way about Jesus. Was she able to set aside the scandal that surrounded her pregnancy to love her little Baby? Was she overcome by the joy and love for this child? My son is not God in human form, but I am completely infatuated. This time year, having him here, I am just overflowing with this…. I don’t even know the words to describe it… joy, love, adoration, enamor,  infatuation, intrigue, pride, and so many other emotions.

God is so good! This time of year, really hits that home for me. Merry Christmas, y’all!

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