And now... the REAL reason for this blog...

John and I are Parents!!! We just found out that a precious life has been growing in my womb!!! We are Thrilled!!! Before we knew about this gift, I read a poem that has become very precious to me. It doesn't matter whether we have a girl or boy, the anticipation and excitement in this poem still applies:

To My Unborn Son

"My son!" What simple, beautiful words!

"My boy!" What a wonderful phrase!

We're counting the months till you come to us-

The months, and the weeks, and the days!

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"The new little stranger," some babes are called,

But that's not what you're going to be;

With double my virtues and half my faults,

You can't be a stranger to me!

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Your mother is straight as a sapling plant,

The cleanest and best of her clan-

You're bone of her bone, and flesh of her flesh,

And, by heaven, we'll make you a man!

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Soon I shall take you in two strong arms-

You that shall howl for joy-

With a simple, passionate, wonderful pride

Because you are just-my boy!

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And you shall lie in your mother's arms,

And croon at your mother's breast,

And I shall thank God I am there to shield

The two that I love the best.

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A wonderful thing is a breaking wave,

And sweet is the scent of spring,

But the silent voice of an unborn babe

Is God's most beautiful thing.

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We're listening now to that silent voice

And waiting, your mother and I-

Waiting to welcome the fruit of our love

When you come to us by and by.

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We're hungry to show you a wonderful world

With wonderful things to be done,

We're aching to give you the best of us both

And we're lonely for you-my son!

CAPTIN CYRIL MORTON THORNE