23. That was how many weeks our baby boy had been sitting in my womb when we took these pictures. Easter marked 25. It’s scary and exciting, but with each movement I am reminded of God’s miraculous gift of Life. For someone who was very much on the fence about whether or not I even wanted children, well, I am happy. It’s an opportunity to make memories, experience the fullest part of the human experience, and show someone else all the things I have grown to love.
Furthermore, it is also an opportunity to at least try and make the world a better place. I do not take that duty lightly. If my son can grow up to thank God for little things like the first smell of a hyacinth on a Saturday morning and to stand up for those who are unable to stand for themselves, I think the world might become a little bit brighter. And each little bit amongst us will grow and grow, until we stomp out the darkness into a new beginning.
Isn’t that worth it?