Impending parenthood

It has been very difficult to wait patiently. Baby has stubbornly thus far refused to come out...and who can blame her? While she's in there, she gets carried around, everything is warm and soothing, she's fed when she needs it and gets rocked, laughed, and sung to all the time. She doesn't have to worry about anything, nothing is cold or bright or scary, nobody wants to harm her, and she's so wrapped in love it's tangible. I wouldn't want to come out either. It's really too bad for her that she'll outgrow it.

Sometimes I picture my Savior's love like a womb; warm, embracing, safe, nurturing, close to the heart of my God and the center of someone's universe. I feel completely enveloped, and hear the muted heartbeat and voices of the ones who love me most. The womb of my Savior's love is not one that I could ever outgrow, though, and that's a comforting thought.

As parenthood rapidly approaches (we're being induced tomorrow morning, super early), I want to provide for our daughter an earthly reflection of the way my God loves me. I want her to feel so wrapped in love, it's tangible, and for her to know my heart even if she no longer hears the whoosh-whoosh of it all the time. I want her to feel safe with us, nurtured and warm, and for her to feel like she could never outgrow our love for her. I want her to look at us and see God's love reflected...not perfectly, but as children of God ourselves.

But mostly I'm just so darn excited to meet her tomorrow!