Boy Joy

You may know I was completely ambivalent about finding out the gender of baby originally. Though I was SO curious (and that curiosity ultimately won out, at Husby's urging), I felt like it would spoil one of the best surprises of life or it would somehow let strangers know me far too intimately. Once I did know, I felt mixed, not because I was wishing for a girl, but like I had ruined my own surprise party. I wrestled with the decision to even share the info once I knew (as you know). But now, after sitting with the news of my little boy for a couple of weeks, I am just so thrilled: a little boy! Wow! My son!

A few days ago, I was listening to Handel's Messiah (my favorite) in my car on the way back from Lufkin and when the chorus sang "Unto Us a Son Is Given" (re: the birth of Jesus Christ), giant tears of happiness rolled down my cheeks as I thought about my little treasure I had been entrusted with, that I am growing inside me. I briefly contemplated naming him "Wonderful" or "Counselor," but "the Mighty God" and "Prince of Peace" convinced me these choices might be over the top. :) Still though, you know *I* will think he is the best of all!

What thrills me, perhaps in equal measure, is that my son will have the most wonderful man I know as a father and role model. This is very comforting since I am unlikely to lose my job as Mayor of Bizardtown anytime soon, but thinking of my little baby son does make me want to be better in every way. I hope I will be a mom worthy of this special treasure.