Parents are so special.
What I have been feeling lately, definitely stems to me being pregnant (miss emotional tornado over here!), but roots much deeper than just towards this "time". Almost twenty-six years ago, my parents were anticipating a little one to make it's debut in the world. Not knowing my gender, hair color, personality, potential...they were full of this unexplainable joy and a love for this baby that was already "theirs".
It's wild to now see and experience just a taste of how much more they
care for me as I now sit on the other side of this parent-child
spectrum. Putting myself in their shoes, and thinking that baby was me, I am overwhelmed with this 'connection'/love/joy that they felt when they thought of me for the first time ... and how they look at me today.
I can't explain how thrilled I am to meet our baby or how much I am already in love him/her ... the only description that seems fitting is my own parent's love for me.
Today, I know I am so blessed.
pic pix: when I was born, 19.June.1986, Calgary, AB