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No baby yet. Emmi’s official arrival date is a week from tomorrow, February 22. Still, every day I wait for a phone call, just in case she becomes impatient and decides to make an early entry. Summer is so tired; yet she continues to go in to work every night, and to walk those long hallways doing what she was created to do. She has the heart of a nurse, and I sometimes wonder if Emmi will make her appearance during the middle of the shift, in the middle of that long shiny hallway. I certainly hope not, as Summer has promised me that I can be there when she’s born. My arms are impatient to hold her, and my eyes are hungry to look into hers.

(Very blurry picture of my very beautiful and very pregnant Summer)

This has been a wonderful Valentine’s Day. My beloved husband left me a beautiful card and a tiny little heart-shaped box of candy to find after he left for work. In the 34 years I have known him, he has never forgotten to give me a gift for Valentine’s Day. He shows me every day how much he cherishes me, but he always makes a point of doing something special for Valentine’s Day.

Then I had lunch with Lori and her mom, who were passing through town. Lori is one of the few internet friends that I have actually met and spent time with; we go all the way back to MDD days. She is so precious to me, and I am overwhelmed that she would take the time from her vacation to stop by here. We had such a nice visit, and I loved spending time with her mom. Lori, you always make me smile and I love your mom for moving to Arkansas, so you and I could meet!

Sissy and I spent the afternoon together, making some last minute plans for Saturday. She and I have put together a baby shower for Summer, and we are looking forward to celebrating Emmi’s upcoming arrival. We have a few errands to run tomorrow, and then hopefully everything will come together as planned on Saturday.

These are wondrous times; these are days that are edged in gold, and written in my heart.  God is so faithful, and just as the prophet Joel wrote, He has given me back the days that the locusts have eaten. He has taken a common vessel, an ordinary clay pot broken beyond recognition, smoothed it and repaired it so deftly that the cracks are not even visible. He has made me into a vessel of His choosing; He has blessed me with hope, and with a vision. 

I look back at the things He has brought me through, the experiences that He has allowed, which shaped me into what I am, and I am so grateful.  I look forward to the days to come, and the legacy that He will write in the life of my granddaughter, and I am so blessed.

I’m loving this journey.

P.S. Good night, sweet Lydia. I miss you more than I have the words to say.