From that Tuesday night when those tell-all double pink lines appeared, I’ve felt a massive amount of responsibility to protect our little buddy. We prefer to reference our growing baby as “our little buddy” as opposed to “it”. An “it” is a thing, not a life. Our little buddy is most certainly alive (and can certainly pack quite the punch on poor mamma, but forgiveness flows freely.)
More than anything I’ve been astounded at how quickly mine and Ben’s love for each other multiplied. You worry that when babies come, you won’t have enough love or time to go around for all. I’ve found just the opposite.
Love is piled upon love.
Life upon life.
Ben’s life for mine, mine for his, ours for our little buddy, and Christ’s life for us all.
A gorgeous cascade.