Over 40 days ago, we received word that our little lion man was on his way.
And in less than 40 days, we'll be holding him in our arms.
Before deciding to write this post, I knew that it was very possible to go another 40 days without ever writing another word. Not because I don't have anything to say, because yeah. I have thoughts. And lots of them.
But I'm becoming more and more private with these thoughts and worries and dreams and fears. I'm processing, slowly, the shift Russ and I are about to experience.
And this mama-heart is bursting.
Because for the past three years, I've been counting down to a date that didn't exist. Now, I have a date. I have a name. I have an ultrasound I can stare at and pray over and dream about.
And he's almost home.