Today is the birthday of my tenth grandchild, my seventh granddaughter. But we are waiting for the party to begin and have not met little Lani yet. She is already deeply loved here on Earth by doting parents, a brother and sister, grandparents on both sides and many other friends and family.
She has been woven in secret mystery inside her mother, my own eldest daughter, by a God who loves her deeply too. We are asking Him for a safe delivery, and that Lani would enjoy perfect health.
But we don’t know her yet. We don’t know what she looks like in spite of 3D ultrasounds, and much conjecture on everyone’s part as to who she will take after. We don’t know what her temperament will be either. Last night we discussed all the varieties of persons in our growing family so far. As a baby, will she need constant attention or be relatively mellow? We all relived our past experiences with our babies, and enjoyed the planning and wondering.
Preparing the last few days we have washed and folded, cooked and canned, rested and massaged the weary mama. And today the object and purpose of all this activity will make her much anticipated appearance.
And she will be unlike anyone we have ever known because she will be herself. Lani.