Reflection

Today H and I went together to pick up lunch for us to enjoy at home- we do that a lot- pick up food to eat at home.  She was happy and content in her carrier as I effortlessly lugged her into the restaurant.  (She may have been small at birth, but she's a chunky monkey now!)  I noticed a young couple placing their order ahead of me, just as the wife noticed me holding H's carrier.  The wife's eyes went from making eye contact with me, to looking down at H, then back up to me.  She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.  Maybe I'm hypersensitive, but I could almost see the pain beneath that smile.  And it was my heart that hurt.  I know that look.  I know that feeling.  And I just wanted to reach for her hand, give it a gentle squeeze, and tell her that it is all well worth the wait. 

Not because I think that my actions would make a difference in her life, or that she would believe me when I said those words, but because I so wish I could go back and tell the Les of last year all that was to happen in the coming year, of the (undeserved) blessings we were about to receive and of how God was going to answer our prayers in a way we never could have imagine; that I could take my hand, squeeze it gently, and tell that Les that the wait is almost over. 

She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.  Proverbs 31:25