It's 8:45 p.m. on Sunday night and I am sitting alone in my big king-size bed crying my eyes out. My little man is asleep. My hubby is on the East Coast all week for work.
It's just me...and my tears...and the second greatest miracle I've ever experienced moving around inside of me.
That's what led to the tears. I'm on my lap top and quite unexpectedly I see my belly move. I have felt my little girl move for a little over a week but haven't actually seen my belly move. And I can't believe that it did tonight. It seems so early still.
But my belly moved. Three times. And I just started sobbing. And I don't know why.
Maybe I'm crying because I still can't believe this is happening.
Maybe I'm crying because a kick means my baby is actually healthy.
Maybe I'm crying because I feel so undeserving of this incredible blessing.
Maybe I'm crying cuz I'm tired and hormonal.
But regardless. My tummy moved. There is life inside. And my tears say so much more than my words ever could. Thank you Jesus.