Fewer things

I can think of fewer things better than a baby kicking me from the inside. As I write, there is a 27 week old little boy moving around inside my womb. I liken his movements to a child engaged in a gymnastics class, golf lesson and a swim meet all rolled into one.

And I thought my older three were high energy.

At times I think I am too old for this. What have I gotten myself into!! I will have three boys and one princess to rear and it is no easy job, but it is a Joy! When I stop to really ponder the reality of this little human life growing, moving and moving and moving inside of me I am truly amazed. One cell from me and one cell from Tim to make one cell. Then that one cell multiplied and now has thousands upon thousands of cells already working together in a masterpiece of life.

I've stood atop fourteeners in Colorado at sunrise. Been to the sacred holy church in Ethiopia where the Ark of the Covenant is reported to be. I've experienced the unconditional warming acceptance of a family all the days of my life.

Even through all of this...

I can think of fewer things better than my baby boy kicking me from the inside.