So, here’s the thing. Before I publish my posts, I read them
through with the lens of pre-Henry, and I pretty much have become that person I
think I would have despised. Seriously. So, to everyone out there that is
trying to bring a baby into their lives, I am so sorry. I know it is so hard. I
sincerely hope you will be able to complete your family, and just know that I
am praying for you. I think this post might be the hardest one of all for you
to read, so just stop now. Because today I am actually going to talk about the
good stuff, the stuff that makes it all worth it.
This has also been the hardest post to write, the one where
I’ve started several times, but just don’t know how to finish, because how do
you put these things into words? So, here is my best attempt at describing the
good stuff.
Let’s start out with a nice sprightly tune, you might’ve
heard it before, but it does a pretty dang good job at putting some of my
feelings into words. It’s goes like this (thanks Carpenters):
Such a feeling's coming over me
There is wonder in most every thing I see
Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes
And I won't be surprised if it's a dream
Everything I want the world to be
Is now coming true especially for me
And the reason is clear, it's because you are here
You're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen
I'm on top of the world looking down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around
Your love's put me at the top of the world
Because you guys, having Henry here has put me on top of the
world. It’s like there’s this new brightness in my life that I didn’t
even realize was missing. For every hard
thing, every rough day, every minute of sleep that is lost, there are one hundred things that make it all worth it. Like, when I turn to Henry and start to sing,
and his face lights up, and he smiles, giggles if I am lucky, and looks at me
like I’m the coolest thing he’s ever seen. Or when Brandon is giving Henry a
bath, and I hide around the corner to listen to Henry giggle because Brandon
has made up a new song, and I peek to see that Brandon is dancing, and
clapping, and doing whatever to make that little guy happy. I just want to sit
down and burn those things in my brain forever, because they are the epitome of
happiness. It makes me love that man so much more to see him take his role of dad so seriously.
Because I have never felt so many things like I feel now. I
have never felt this much joy, happiness, and love. It’s like I’ve gotten a
snapshot of how our Father in Heaven feels for us, and it’s so overwhelming,
and pure, and I can’t believe I get to feel that too.
And it comes down to this-having Henry in our family has
made me whole. Before he came, there was a void in my life that I tried to fill
with all sorts of things. We bought a new car, we took lots of trips, we tried
to buy a house, I bought lots and lots of clothes, but none of that brought me
true joy. This kind of joy. Having Henry in our family, in our lives, has
closed that void and has filled me with so much life and purpose, that I knew I
wanted, but didn’t know I needed. He has helped me to see needs other than mine
own. I am no longer playing the “me” game that I was so caught up in, and it is
so refreshing. And I don’t feel like I am giving anything up, I don’t feel like
I am missing out on what the world has to offer, because I feel like I now have the world in front of me, and I'm seeing it like I never have before- there’s never been more possibilities and potential.
And I am sorry this has all just been a mess of words that
I’ve tried to organize in a way to help articulate exactly what I’ve been
feeling, and how my life has changed. Because although no one talks about the
bad stuff all too often (as I have so politely pointed out in my last few
posts), people don’t really talk about the good stuff either, and I think it’s
because there are no words that can fit these feelings. So, I guess I will end
with this visual that should round everything out nicely.
It’s 9:45 PM. Brandon got little H man asleep
and he’s peacefully a snoozin’ in the pack in play that is conveniently located
two feet from our bed. We quietly creep into our bedroom, tiptoeing to our
sides of the bed (because if he woke up now one of us will either cry or swear).
We pull back the covers at the same time to eliminate any extra rustling and
carefully, oh so carefully, slide into bed. We pull the covers over our heads
and huddle together to say our final goodnights and I love you’s. I turn to
Brandon, smiling so much my cheeks hurt, and I tell him that I have never been
happier in my entire life.
And that’s the truth folks. I am so tired. And so worn down,
but oh so happy. I am forever grateful for the blessing that I get to raise
this perfect little human with the love of my life. And that, that is the good
stuff.
