Nine days. NINE days. That’s less than 10. Nine more days until we meet our little girl.
Earlier this year, Tommy and I had a showdown with nine months. We prayed for our baby when the doctors told us otherwise. “The good news is,” a doctor said to me through my tears, “is that you’re able to get pregnant.” The tests had indicated miscarriage. But God had another plan. He knew the tests were wrong.
From that point on, I carried a stone my mom had given me in my pocket. I carried it with me when we went to our ultrasounds.
“Be still,” it reads on one side, “and know that I am God. Psalms 46:10.”
Today, the stone is on a bookshelf in our nursery. It’s next to an ultrasound picture we received at seven weeks along. “Baby Gardner” the sonographer wrote. It was the first time we saw her beating heart.
Soon enough, our nursery will be complete (there’s one important little person missing) :), and I’ll be ready to post pictures of her pretty little room.
Thanks for stopping by, my friends!
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