It was nearly a year ago now. Amanda (of SouleMama)’s post this morning about the days leading up to her baby’s birth, had me searching back through my photos and pulling up old blog posts. Our babies were actually due around 2 weeks apart, but they ended up being over 6 weeks apart!
My goodness, looking at this big, big belly of mine, I often joke that my 5′ 0″ self did not properly think through the marrying of my 6′ 4″ husband! These babies of mine have nowhere to go but out (though it sure takes them long enough to *actually* come out). I can still make out the traces of henna on my belly from my blessingway. I think at some point, when I have actual walls perhaps, I’ll have to frame one of these, just to have, to remind myself of that sweet time. I can’t believe it’s been nearly a year now. I’m really amazed by that fact. And humbled by it too; wanting to cherish each and every moment all the more carefully.
This last one always makes me laugh.
It’s obviously not fancy or pretty, just a picture that Iain took one night when I was 41 weeks, 3 days along and oh. so. ready. Galen wanted a picture of his belly too (that’s why his shirt’s up), and then he decided to steal my nose. I think it’s one of my favorite moments in time that was ever captured.