Dear Baby Boy,
I should be sleeping now, but I can’t. It’s 5:04 a.m. and I’m wide awake–dreaming of you, here in the dark, as your Daddy sleeps next to me.
I look through our door and see your room. Your crib ready…for you. And I miss you baby boy.
I don’t know how I can miss someone I’ve never met?
But my heart longs for you, as I lay here.
I want to see your face. I want to touch your skin.
I want to hold you in my arms, that ache for you now.
Warm tears sting my eyes as I imagine holding you. As I lay here in waiting and wonder…
How much longer, till you come?
I move from my bed to the living room couch. And it’s still dark out through the windows. And I wait for you, like a watchman waits for dawn. For those first pierces of light.
How can you be so close, and yet feel so far away?
How can you be right here, inside me–and still not close enough?
I am ready to hold you. And let you hold,
all of my heart.
Baby Boy, what is your name?
You are like a secret wrapped within me. A mystery, yet to be unfolded. A sacred gift, still in paper.
No eye has ever truly seen you.
God, who spoke your name while I was in the barren place.
God, who formed you inside me.
God, who breathed His life into your lungs.
God, who has done this wonder, in the secret place.
I long to hear what He hears. When you cry.
I long to see what He sees.
To see this masterpiece He has made.
The masterpiece of you.
Come soon, baby boy.
I’m saving you a spot, right here in my arms. Right here,
in my heart.
And I hear this song in my spirit, and I think of you,
“Baby, you’re almost home now. Please don’t quit now.
Baby, you’re almost home now, to me.”
It’s still dark out, and I wait to hold you on my chest. To feel your heart, beat against mine. To rub your smooth back with my hands, as you rest on me.
And I’ll take in, as my own oxygen, the rising and falling of your each and every breath.
Baby, you’re almost home now. Please don’t quit now.
Baby you’re almost home now, to me.
Come, be with us.
We are all waiting and longing for you.
Until you come…
I will wait here in the dark for you.
I will wait for the sun.
For my son.
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