Baby
It's really an indescribable feeling to be responsible for another human life.
One of the many things my sister is really good at is writing things that make me cry. She was so excited while waiting for news of the birth that she wrote the following:
note: Murray is the name Lauryn and I used for the baby in utero, which is really silly now that we know it ended up being a girl!
Ode to Murray
by Elisabeth Ballstadt
We await you with bated breath,
Watch the minutes crawl…the phone sit idle.
You stir in darkness--yet in a pure light,
a light we can hardly now recall…
So anxious we are,
To hold your hand, to teach you about light and life and breath.
So in awe we are of the joy you’ve already filled our nervous beating hearts with…
Can you understand how much you are loved?
How much you are awaited? When we know not even your face or your name?
Can you feel the shallow but steady breath of your father, as he steadies the woman who holds you…the woman who will nurture you for the rest of your life? Can you feel his excitement, and can you understand how this moment—your moment--is the moment that will define his existence for the rest of time?
Do you know, little one, how your very first breath will shatter through any worry or thought of any other thing great or small in so many--in so many far off places?
And do you know, dear one, that for every day hereafter--you have created life in a woman who will never feel empty again? Do you know that every move she makes and every word she speaks will first be with thoughts of you...?
Do you know—that when you trade in your pure light for a new one, that you need not be afraid…because on bated breath await those who have loved you even before you became…and will love you long after you return to the light you know now.
We await you. On bated breath.
Watch the minutes crawl…
The phone sit idle…

