Good evening and Happy St. Patrick's day to all the Irish who celebrated last night. The weather in northern mid-Michigan has left many wondering if winter has finally given up. Daytime temperatures have reached into the low sixties and the sun is shining its' love upon us. For that, I am happy but am as much anxious and eager of the upcoming birth of my son. The past 6 months have seemingly flown by, leaving nothing but a trail of paint cans (fixing up the babies room) and a seemingly endless parade of baby gifts accumulating in our house. Everything from a stroller to blankets, the gifts are endless. Thank you to all who have made this exciting event in our lives a little less stressful on Sonya and I.
I arrived home from work early on March 17 (mid-night) and found Sonya and the cats lying on the couch, patiently awaiting my arrival. Much discussion of the babies movements and stirring all night perked my attention. After a few moments of the famous baby-belly rub, I was able to feel the soft touch of the baby in the palm of my hand. The experience left me awestruck for the moment. I was not able to connect with the baby anymore after this faint, light touch greeted me. I felt that the baby was communicating to me in a way as to say, "it won't be long now". We welcome your arrival.
Jeremy J Schrader
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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