Friday, September 28, 2012

And the Anticipation Builds...




I went for a run this morning, and when I run is when I do my "best" thinking. So I was going over my dreams from last night, and then I remembered this semi-weird dream I had about my sister-in-law. I won't go into too much boring detail, but basically I took my sister running with me, in hopes that it would help her go into labor. But who takes a 9 month pregnant woman running? Well anyways Summer started exploding water everywhere (sorry, gross) and so we knew it was time! Malachi my little nephew was on his way! It makes complete sense that I had this dream because us Moon's are on the edge of our seats waiting for this little man to come and meet us any day, and moment now! My poor sister is so very ready for him to be with us and not inside her, but she is such a trooper. We have been praying for this little mister for 9 months now, (and my mom has probably been praying since before my brother was even married).

Psalm 139:13 says that, "You made all of the delicate, inner parts of my body, and knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made..."

God is the creator, the artist, the great sculptor. We are the clay that needs constant re-shaping and remolding.

Malachi has been made so intricately and has been made so beautifully in Summer's womb. I cannot wait to see this little guy grow. See how he takes after each parent. Will he have Summer's nose, but Ben's bright blue eyes and long eye lashes? Will he be stubborn like the rest of us? An amazing athlete? Will he look forward to seeing me when I come over, and ask his mom and dad if he can go hang out with his auntie Kate? Will my dad write his first grandson lullabies, and sing them over him to the point that Malachi starts making requests when Grandpa and Grandma put him to sleep?

I even get a little emotional thinking about my brother as a dad. My brother and I grew up with a great example of a loving, caring father. We grew up with a dad we could always count on. A dad who never missed a ball game of ours, or a musical of mine. A dad who encouraged us, supported us and told us we were talented. A dad who fixed our cars, and paid for our college. A hard working dad, who didn't come from much, but worked his tail off to get to where he is today. My brother will be all of these things, and more. I get so excited about it!

Ben, I cannot wait to see you rock that little boy of yours in your arms. A first time dad, driving his car home from the hospital full of God's greatest gifts to him so slow because of his precious cargo. Teaching him about basketball before he can even walk. Watching your beloved duck games with him sleeping on your chest. So if I don't say it enough in the moments because I'm too busy trying to take my nephew from you so I can rock him for awhile, just know that I think you are great at being a dad. And I think we are so blessed to have grown up with a great example of what a mom looks like, and what a dad looks like so we can model after them and Christ.

So anyday now Malachi... we are awaiting your arrival sweet boy.

Love and Anticipation

-Auntie Kate

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