Parenthood. A concept so foreign yet familiar to me. Sometimes I wonder "What am I thinking?! Am I really ready to be a parent?" And then I look down at the faces of our Godsons Ethan & Skyler and I am overwhelmed with love and awe. I get excited wondering what they will be like when they grow up. What will they look like when their eyes and hair become their permanent color? Will they be soft spoken and artistic or outspoken and adventurous?  I think about all the things I want to teach them and places I want to show them. There's our six month old niece Addison, who looks at me with wide eyed wonder. I can't wait to hear what her voice sounds like, what new nonsense words she will teach me as she learns to speak on her own. I think about our nephew James, toddling around, making up a universe of his own and inviting me to come and play. Then there's Michelle, our oldest niece, who is becoming a beautiful young woman. It's been a mind blowing ride watching her grow in to an athletic, smart, witty person with more spunk and ambition then most of the other kids her age.

This is a ride I want to take. A ride I have never been more sure of and more ready to take. I have the best partner I could ask for to join me on the journey and I can't wait to meet the baby that will make it all worth taking.

All of these thoughts whirling in my head, I'm left thinking about this quote from one of my favorite authors:

"It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad." 

-C. S. Lewis

Fitting, as eggs are traditionally thought of as a symbol of rebirth. Of beginnings. 

x P