So this week my wife’s baby bump decided to emerge. Last night I had one of those moments that I will never forget. All week I’ve been placing my hand on her cute little bump talking to the baby to try and make it kick. So there we are getting ready for bed and suddenly Ali put my hand on her stomach. “I think it’s kicking.” I held it there barely daring to breath, and then there it was. It was as if the baby was pressing it’s little heal lightly against mommy’s stomach to let us know that it was there and was doing OK. Just to make sure we were paying attention it gave one more little kick and decided to call it a night.
It was amazing. I felt chills run up and down my spine at the first real sign of life from the palm-sized baby growing inside of my wife. It was one of those moments where God breaks into the ordinariness of life and makes it holy. That sacred second is one that I will never forget. It was God speaking through the unseen foot of an unborn babe. He, too, was trying to remind me that He was still there and that the best was yet to come.
I realize that over the next couple of months and years there are going to be lots of firsts with the baby: First poop, first smile, first step. If they’re like me, it will be a long long time before their first date. In all the new adventures that lie ahead, I’m excited to see the ways that God will use this young child to teach me.