The funny thing about a baby countdown is that we don’t know how many days we have left to count. This could be day 13…. but then it could be day 20….or day 2. The anticipation is definitely keeping us on the edge of our seats.
When I did the Wedding Countdown last July/August, I knew exactly what needed to be done and when. The shopping, the pedicures, the cake pops, the decorations, the hair appointments, were all scheduled to run like clockwork. The lists were made and we checked everything off in proper order so that when the big day came, we were polished, dipped and decorated.
Waiting for a baby to come is a whole different ballgame. This time Little Mister is calling the shots and the suspense is definitely building. Every time the phone rings, my heart beats a little faster. I wonder if I’ve spent enough time preparing ahead so I can be gone for awhile. I keep trying to imagine what he will look like. I carry on all my usual work and home responsibilities, but always in the back of my mind is the lingering thought, “Is this the day? Will he come today?”
As these precious days of waiting to become a grandma go by, I can’t help but think about another “coming” that I should be anticipating. Someday the Son of God will return, but only the Father knows the time. Does my heart beat faster at the thought? Am I preparing for that day? Can I even begin to imagine what He will look like? Do I ever wake up in the morning and say, “Could this be the day?”
Come, Lord Jesus. And come little grandson of mine.