My husband and I sat at a rounded table, trying to finish our last bites of food before a presentation started on the stage in front of us. Moments later, the lights dimmed, images filled the projector screens, and the MC starting speaking.
It seemed like nothing more than your typical fundraising banquet.
Then the screen went dark, there was movement, and the videos and slides were replaced with a grainy black and white image. We soon realized a woman, a patient at the non-profit pregnancy clinic hosting the banquet, was getting a live ultrasound.
Our friends told us to expect it.
But what I didn’t expect was my reaction to it.
Tears trickled down my cheeks as I gazed at the tiny hands and feet moving on the screen.
I remembered how my belly swelled with my daughter. How every day she grew stronger and developed in a new way. How she would turn and kick until she could finally make her way out into the world.
I remembered how it seemed like my baby girl, who was once a tiny vision spinning in her own ultrasound, had become a walking, talking toddler overnight–with distinct features and her very own personality.
That was back in March. But it’s even more surreal now, considering my daughter just turned two. Over the weekend, I smiled as I watched her run around in mouse ears and a Minnie birthday shirt. It was like she came alive while tossing balloons, dancing in circles, and playing “Ring Around the Rosie”. Her giggle and squeal infectious.
She’d hug her daddy, spin with her grandmothers, and play with friends–and all I could see life was in all it’s glory.
Generations–all born out of love and a mother’s belly.
I choked back tears as everyone sang “Happy Birthday”, the anthem for celebrating life and birth.
For a moment, I mourned us moving further away from the time my baby girl spent in my belly. But that grief soon turned to gladness as I stared at her grin–one that could only be brought on by the birthday cake she began shoving into her mouth. And I was thankful.
This is Day 13 of the series, 31 Days of Inspired Living. Join me through the month of October as I write about what I think it looks like to find the inspiration that makes us better. I’ll also offer some encouragement for your journey. In case you missed a day, you can find previous posts in the series here.