Although I am posting this a few weeks after I write it, I don't want to forget the feelings of the past couple of days.
Blue. A primary color that can have many shades. The sky... water... the color of my daughter's eyes (and mine).
Lines. Curved lines, straight lines, parallel lines, crossed lines... all sorts of lines!
Separately, they are nothing. Just lines and a color. Put them together? You could have: lines on a notebook page... or what I saw yesterday... the two lines on a stick that are code for "You're 8 month old is going to be a big sister!"
Yes, folks! You heard right. John and I got a big surprise yesterday. Not the kind that means we're going on a trip to Europe or the beach. Nor was it that Abigail just skipped the crawling stage and completely went to walking! Nope... we got a surprise by just simply seeing two blue lines.
I was alone when I found out (and I couldn't stop laughing and giggling), but John came home for lunch just minutes after. The timing was crazy! Poor guy... after I told him... well... let's just say he remained in shock throughout lunch. He kept looking over at Abigail, playing ever-so-sweetly in the floor, and tearing up. "10 years for that one..." then he'd look back at me, "less than 10 months for this one?!"
Personally, I think I'm still in denial about how hard this is going to be, especially for the first little bit... I'm just overjoyed about another blessing after all the waiting! (The waiting being before Abigail... not the short amount of time after.)
