Twenty-seven years ago I was sitting in a hospital waiting room awaiting the arrival of my baby sister. Now, today I sit anxiously awaiting to board a plane to visit said sister as she awaits the arrival of her firstborn baby, a boy. My trip was planned in hopes that he would already have arrived into this world with a scream of joy, soft newborn hair, and of course, those kissable toes.
However, it seems that he is presently content remaining in the warm, comforting walls of his mother’s womb. The floods of memories that come pouring to the forefront of my mind from my first pregnancy are overwhelming, yet surprisingly surreal. I remember keeping a journal of all my thoughts and feelings. So as I prepare to see my sister, I am skimming the archives of my heart’s fondest moments from the day of my son’s arrival and the immediate ones thereafter.
- Thankful for the moment he released that first cry.
- Staring at his face…it will remain etched in my memory forever.
- Telling him I love him with all of my heart and how thankful I am to be his mother.
Well ladies, as I wrap up my visit to Washington D.C.– again writing from the airport– it seems that my nephew will be making his debut either late tonight or early tomorrow morning ( after I have returned to South Carolina). My timing was off for this trip, but well worth visiting my sister and watching her experience her last days of her first pregnancy.
In the midst of writing this post, November 11, 2009 , my sister gave birth to a beautiful baby boy…8lbs. 6 oz.! He is beautiful, healthy, and absolutely precious!

As a favor to me, I would like to ask that you leave a brief comment of one of your fondest “birth” day moments. I have told her to read today’s post as she will be going home with her new bundle of joy.
















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