Sep 23
Birth Day
Today was supposed to be the day some friends of mine from church headed to the hospital to deliver their son, Lucas. Lucas apparently wasn’t all that patient about it, and decided he wanted to be a “Monday’s Child” instead of a “Tuesday’s Child,” so he was born yesterday morning.
After work, I dropped by the hospital for a quick hello just to see him.
The mom, Christi, looked amazing in the recovery room, reminding me why women are supposed to be the ones to give birth: no man could go through childbirth of any kind and not require three or four months in ICU!
At least.
The dad, Rick, was holding Lucas when I walked into the room. As I watched, I noticed that Lucas’s hands — the tiniest little hands — were folded together just under his chin, fingers intertwined, as if he were praying. So precious.
Welcome to the world, little Lucas.
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