Let me tell you about a beautiful moment that happened spontaneously last September, on a hot and normal weekend night.
Jonathan and I had made a huge dinner–way more than we needed. We set the table much nicer than we normally do, and popped open a bottle of wine for no reason. Then, Sharon called.
“Can we stop by right now and drop something off,” she asked?
“Why don’t you just stay for dinner,” I replied. “We have more than enough.”
When they showed up minutes later, her hands were empty but her smile was huge.
As we stood in our small kitchen, anticipating dinner, she burst out the news. She was newly pregnant, and had come over to let us in on the big secret.
She cried when she told me, and so did I, although the boys couldn’t tell because we were jumping and hugging at the same time.
A few nights ago I cried again as I met their Eden, wide eyed and alert in her daddy’s arms. She looked wiser than a 12 hour baby normally does. Her mama wore the same wide smile that I recognized from her wedding day, another time when she couldn’t stop beaming.
There are moments in life that stand out to me as sacred. These moments are sometimes big events- weddings, births, deaths. Sometimes they are simple evenings shared around a kitchen table.
Meeting Eden was a reminder that there are many more sacred moments to come for us as mothers. But even better, there will be moments, memories, created between our daughters as they grow. I can’t wait for them to discover each other for the first time- when they are both active and alert enough to reach for each other’s chubby little hands and share Cheerios. I can’t wait to see them both bundled up in tiny hats, inside their jogging strollers, while Sharon and I attempt to lose baby weight. I can’t wait to see them with little tutus on preparing for their first ballet class. All of these moments will teach them the meaning of friendship. And I simply can’t wait.