22 Weeks

This past month,  while in the midst of wedding details and events,  hunting trips and fall preparations,  there has been the most precious,  reassuring little stirrings in my womb.    Every morning, I wake up,  with my hands on my belly,  and wait.   There!  Good morning, little boy.    Every night,   I wait until he moves and then whisper goodnight.    We are just two weeks from the time when we lost Ellie,  and everyday that this baby is alive is a miracle.   Not anything to be taken for granted,  or expected for tomorrow.   We wait,  we hope,  we pray,  and we love.