Yesterday was a holy-ground time. We beheld a tiny boy, our son, born at 6:41pm last night. More about that time, later.
I was released to go home a bit before midnight and we crawled into bed about 1:30 am, glad to be able to sleep in a larger-than-hospital bed with my groom and have him hold me.
We recently returned from our noon appointment at a funeral home. My heart’s ok this minute but it was hard to hear Scott have to repeat our story to each funeral home we called for pricing this morning. So thankful he was willing to be the one calling.
As we talked with Andy, the funeral director, he filled out information on an almost-wall-sized computer screen. He typed in Gabriel’s name and it came out in this beautiful, huge font, because of the screen size.
I couldn’t help but smile. What a perfect name God gave us and the huge size felt like a perfect validation of a life who isn’t tied to that tiny body any more.
We took lots of pictures yesterday so I know I’ll spend time looking at those today.
Apart from some mild cramping, my body feels ok and seems to be healing well.