Kate is going to have her baby soon, and I’m not talking about the Duchess of Cambridge.
I’m referring to my daughter, Katie, who happens to have the same due date as the other Kate.
I expect thousands will be gathering outside the English hospital to await the royal news.
PB and I will be gathering by the phone, waiting for word from out west that the baby has arrived.
I suppose there will be great rejoicing in the streets of London when the church bells ring out.
PB and I will do a dance right in our living room, with peals of laughter and cries of joy.
I’m sure the regal birth announcement will be all over the TV and internet for the world to hear.
PB and I will be calling and texting and tweeting and facebooking our little corner of the world.
I presume there will be 101 gun salutes heard across the English countryside.
PB and I may set off a few left-over firecrackers in the backyard in honor of our new baby boy.
Little man, you may share a birthday with a prince or princess, but you aren’t in anyone’s shadow.
You aren’t the first-born, you aren’t the first-grand, you aren’t a twin.
You are different from all the rest — may your light shine. Soon.
“But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.” 1 Peter 2:9