where the world is only ours.
we count dreams together,
he and i,
and marvel at how our family grows.
we swell again,
our last, and
promise one another to remember every moment
(you think you will, but you don't
unless you try)
and so we wait,
breathless and hope-full
for this new life
counting us,
our home.
~~~~~
full of joy, i count my way towards a thousand gifts, along with ann and the gratitude community.
172. for my husband, my beloved whom i call home
174. for three beautiful boys, all opposite me
175. the hope and joy of another one on the way
176. and REALLY not caring if it's team pink or blue
177. for telling mom for the first time ever that i thought we were expecting, small, huge!
178. for being my "perfect" number, God allowing
179. for other expecting sister (of twins!) getting some relief from her preterm contractions
180. and the babies' continued safety as they stay inside
181. for conviction to eat well this time, hoping to avoid our nicu stay from last time
182. and bacon! (our family is 99% vegetarian, but oh, to eat bacon again now that i have to obey my diabetic diet)
183. for daydreaming about names--one of my favorite parts!
184. for knowing that children are a heritage
19 comments:
MISTY!!! congratulations and sweet blessings:) so excited for you!
Congratulations! What a sweet list of thanks!
Congrats! And lovely poem.
Congratulations!!
Misty, your poem gave me goosebumps, as your poetry often does.
And, a huge, heartfelt congratulations!
Congratulations!
Oh, Misty! How wonderful . . congratulations! My husband is home to me as well. What a blessing to have such a safe place in our spouses.
Blessings!!!
congratulations!
Such a tender poem and thankful list. Rejoicing with you in these gifts of His grace this morning!
congratulations! so happy for you!
YAY, YAY, YAY, Misti!
Celebrating with you....
I love how you script words so lyrically.
this gives me goosebumps.
so happy for you.
and you wrote it so wonderfully.
thank you for "getting" me , re my post at Emilys'
None of us wish to know death of course, but when it touches our lives, I do find that it just feels right to honour it full and deep and real. Such as we honour the living in all the mess and dirt and dust you know?
oh misty... you swell again! how beautifully put, friend... what fortunate children you have... blessed, to call you mother. congratulations! xo
Counting along with you ... As always, a delight to splash in thankfulness all around.
Splashin,
Sara
congratulations! i love you the poetry announcement. :)
oh how wonderful! I add mine to the list of CONGRATULATIONS!
YAY!!
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