Christmas Presents

At our house, we believe that Christmas is about the birth of Christ. Birth is exciting (though not painless). Birth is a new beginning. It signals the transition from mother's protection in the womb to exposure and growth in the big, wide world. This morning we were blessed to get a phone call from one of our very good friends, David. This particular friend has been a very good friend of Brad's since he was in 4th grade. It's been a while, but nevertheless, they don't generally call to with each other merry Christmas on Christmas day. It's just a guy thing, I suppose. My hubby is just not a linger on the phone kind of guy. So this morning when David called, I let Brad answer it. Next thing I know, my man is crying. Not big crocodile tears, but wet eyed, voice cracking, not able to speak kind of tears--tears of joy. My husband is not a cryer. He cried a little bit when our kids were born, but beside that, I can think of maybe two times that he has cried in our almost tens years of marriage. As soon as I heard his voice crack, I knew what was going on...David's wife is pregnant! Yes, we are normally happy when one of our friends gets pregnant or finds out they are getting a baby through adoption (amazingly, we have several adopted babies in our circle of friends). This difference in this case is that David and Renese have LONG said that they were not ready for kids yet. We were not expecting this at all. Let me emphasize that these are people we see all the time. We talk about a lot of stuff, but an actual, real-life, going to happen in this lifetime pregancy was never discussed--ever. We are so excited for them! The ironic twist to all of this is that about 2 weeks ago, Breanna asked me if Aunt Renese has a baby in her tummy. She has not not changed size, and does not look like she is pregnant. Breanna just asked me. I mentioned it to Renese and she just laughed, but didn't say a word. (What an amazing secret keeper you are, Renese!) I think Breanna has some psychic abilities or a straight line to God, or something. Anyway...we are so extremely excited for you both, and congrats to Grandma Donna (we are glad you survived the shock)! We love you guys and are looking forward to meeting the new little peanut!