My daughter was on the count down to her 21st week of pregnancy. A rite of passage for most expectant mothers...the ultrasound that most likely will show the sex of the baby, if that information is desired. In our case, the information was most definitely desired.
Anyway, the big day arrived, and the three of us ushered into the ultrasound room with much excitement. The ultrasound technician measured the head, and the thigh and then zoomed in the most perfect and large, in comparison to the rest of the baby....foot. It was truly one of the most exciting moments of my life, for at that moment, I truly knew that my daughter was going to give birth to an image of herself. For you see, in comparison to the rest of my small-stature daughter, she has large feet....I could not help but chuckle.
After what my daughter describes as "hours" the technician very casually zoomed in on a certain body part, took a quick still picture and announced that it was a boy. My daughter was thrilled, and the baby daddy did not react. I have to say that I already knew. For you see, I had known, with everything that I had, every since the minute she said she was pregnant. I knew that if God was going to do this to my family, the topping on the whole situation would be a boy. I just knew it was going to be that way.
And, I was absolutely thrilled. All of those years of praying for my Prince Charming, and there he was...who knew? God gifted me with grace that day, and for the first time in a few months...overwhelming and undeniable joy.
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