Today, April 11th, is your due date. But we will see when you actually get here.
To tell you the truth, I'm glad you did not come early. The many events (some good, some hard, some sad) in the last few weeks would have competed for attention with your arrival. But all that is mostly resolved and most importantly, you now have my full attention. My heart is devoted to anticipating your arrival; I am filled with joy.
It is the most perfect spring right now. The weather is perfect: a nice mix of occasional rain, cool air and sunshine. All the trees are new-leaf green. Grass and flowers cover the open spaces. Nature bursts forth on the earth trumpeting the new season. It is indeed a time of looking forward and celebrating what is to come--what is just about to come. And whatever it is, it will be glorious. This new season will contain new expressions of God's glory.
This is your season! You are part of all the life that is springing forth. You are part of the glory God is birthing on earth right now. One of my favorite passages in the bible says, "He determined the times set for us and the exact places we should live." Springtime in Austin, Tx was the time and place set for you. Why this time and space was chosen for you is a mystery that will be revealed to you throughout a lifetime. But without a doubt, your timing is wrought with divine purpose and joy.
Oh sweet daughter! I cannot wait to hold you and gaze upon you and marvel at all that you are. We can't wait to call you by name and welcome your beautiful self into this world. But me and your father are not the only ones...a whole family awaits you! Three sisters and a brother eagerly look for your arrival; they are so curious to know the next member of the V Force. All of us love you, so much, already. Indeed, you have been hugged, kissed, whispered and sung to, prayed over and blessed for nine months now. Though in ways unseen, you are well woven into the fabric of our family. And now, your particular pattern is about to be unveiled!
We will see you soon Miss Hazel Lee.
With love,
Mom
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