This time last year, Michael and I were shaking with anticipation of meeting our precious boy. Before we left the house, we prayed for Bryson, for the doctors and for me to have a healthy delivery and to have a healthy baby boy wrapped perfectly in our arms.
We had the car packed long before we needed to leave and I looked at my watch begging for the clock to tell me it was finally 5:00 so we could get ready to go to the hospital to get nestled into our room...which meant one step closer to seeing our baby.
I waddled into to delivery room, got into my glamorous gown and got cozy in the bed while the nurses put on more wrist bands and monitors than I could count. Michael and I spent time imagining what Bryson would look like, whose eyes he would have, what color hair we would see on his tiny head and how perfect he would feel in our arms. We watched a little bit of a movie, and then decided that, like on Christmas Eve, the earlier you went to bed, the earlier the excitement could happen in the morning!!! .....
Last year, my sister, Jennifer, sang this song in church. She is incredible!! I was 9 months pregnant, by the way. You can imagine how many tissues I went though! I love this song :)