I eagerly anticipate the day, now two short months away, when I'll finally find out if this little one is a girl or a boy. I realize that, even then, my sleeping patterns will be interrupted. And that all that I experience now is only part of the preparation for motherhood.
I pray that God makes me a good mother. A strong mother. A mother that depends on her Savior most of all. I pray that this little one has a good experience growing up in the military. That they will come to love this life as much as their daddy and I do.
I pray so many things for this little one. I'm so thankful that he or she is coming soon.
And I'm so thankful for the little kicks I feel in the morning.