Abigail

The Joys of John

My John is a man among men. Through every disgusting and embarassing aspect of labor, delivery, and recovery my husband stood by my side. Women, you know the emotional havoc that is wreaked when you are forced to throw any modicum of modesty out the window. John took this all in stride and never once made me feel ackward. (This is made even more so impressive considering my husband and I still do not pass gas in front of one another) Throughout it all I was so comforted and blessed by his presence. From the first moment of her life, Abbi's daddy has been wonderful. I have never seen a man so thrilled to be a father. We both are blessed beyond measure.

My Purpose

I have long dreamed of being a mother. For as long as I can remember I have felt that this was been the purpose for which I was created. I have held other people's children and closed my eyes trying to imagine what it would be like to hold my own. A little over a week ago my dreams became reality, and I can now say with certainty that this is my destiny. I will not be the best mother. I will make many mistakes. I will send up a million prayers in request for guidance, but I will love my daughter whole heartedly. I will support her, guide her, and train her in the ways that are right. I can only hope that God will grant me a potion of the wisdom that He bestowed upon Solomon. Abigail Grace is granting me the opportunity to pursue my purpose in life, and I'll do my best to make her proud.

The Proof

This is Courtney posting for your proud parents.

Abigail,

As I was on my second visit today to see you little Miss Abigail, Mommy kept calling you her "proof". The proof I saw today was the proof of God's Love! That love brought your Mommy and Daddy together, Abbi. The love that has been felt as you wiggled inside Mommy's belly for 9 mo. The love the family felt as your birth day grew closer.

Abigail Grace Davidson

born 5-20-09

6:09 pm

6 lbs 13oz 20 in

You are so tiny and petite like your Mama with buttery, tan skin like your Daddy. Aunt Courtney does not know who you look like but I fell in love with your soft eyes as soon as I saw them. I am so excited you are here now. My Leah will always have a playmate :)

God is Good!

I love you Abbi,

Aunt Courtney

3 a.m.

It's 3:00 a.m. (hence the title, clever I know) and I can't sleep. Today I meet my daughter. Such a simple sentence...such a profound experience. For years this day has been imagined within the confines of my mind, and now in mere hours the yearnings of my heart and mind will become reality. How does one sleep in a time such as this? This lady cannot, although her snoring husband does not face such maladies. A few moments ago I lay there looking at him...wondering. I pray that our daughter is like her daddy. He's such a strong, good man. He's the best person I know.

It's 3:00 a.m. and I can't sleep. Today I meet my daughter. Such a simple sentence...such a profound experience. Curse Eve for making what could have been an altogether pleasant experience painful. Today is the first day of mothering a sweet little girl, of training her up in the way she should go. John and I fervently believe that parenting, particularly a godly child in today's secular world, is a daily effort. I hope I'm adequate enough for the job. I desire so badly for Abigail to be the woman God created her to be...the kind of woman I want to be...that I wish I was. Admonish me if you will, but within the depths of my heart I believe that training begins from day 1. I'll enjoy each day, but I'll know that each day is in preparation for the day when she, my daughter, sits at a computer of her own contemplating the imminent arrival of her firstborn.

It's 3:00 a.m. and I can't sleep. Today I meet my daughter. Such a simple sentence...such a profound experience...

The Joys of John

Mr. Wonderful has struck again, and his time in the form of a most memorable Mother's Day gift. John bought me a beautiful necklace to commemorate my first Mother's Day, and I could not have been more touched. These last few weeks have been fraught with anticipation of the arrival of Abigail, filled with fear and worry about the raising of her (mostly on my part), and cherished as the last days before parental duty sets in. My husband has made these everyday moments memorable and precious.He has completed his seemingly endless "honey-do list", and not complained about my incessant nesting. I cannot wait to see him step into the role of father, and I know that as such he will provide me with more memorable moments than I can even begin to write about...

Dear Abigail Grace,

This week I will meet you. I cannot begin to imagine what it will be like to see your sweet face. After 3 weeks of contractions I have been feeling like you would never come, but wonderful Dr. Frances said he would help you along a little bit on Wednesday. Everything is ready for you, your room with it's farm animals, your car seat, your stroller, your swing. Daddy picked out the cutest dress for you to wear home. So many people are anxiously awaiting word of your arrival. There cannot be a little girl as desired or as anticipated as you. I think back over the many letters I have written to you...from the first moment I knew you grew within me, and I am amazed to know how much I have come to know you and love you already. How amazing it is to know that the next letter will be written after your arrival! One last time I ask you, grow strong and healthy my sweet boppli...

Mommy loves you...

With Utmost Anticipation

John and I are eagerly awaiting the arrival of our little girl. Over a week ago I began having contractions off and on, and this has led to a sense that the beginning of labor must be immediately impending. Each day is fraught with questions about the appearance of labor warning signs. John is constantly tilting his head and giving me "the look". The nesting instinct has overcome me as I fold and refold tiny clothes, arrange and rearrange her sweet nursery. How eager we are to meet this beloved little person! All day, all night, my thoughts are upon the moment when our daughter will decide that it's time to join us.

This morning as I get ready to go to yet another doctor's appointment a thought occurred to me. There are so many who with the utmost anticipation await the arrival of Abigail Grace Davidson, and I must wonder if God's children hold their breaths in such angst for the return of our Savior. I cannot help but wonder how much more dearly I would know and love my Lord if I could sense His presence in my life, the way I sense Abigail's within my womb. And what if I would seek to know Him as much as I do my daughter. I cannot fathom why I do not look for the signs of His return. I do not prepare or ready myself for His arrival. Time and again I should fold and refold the areas of my life that need straightening out. Time and again I should arrange and rearrange my priorities to align them with His...

Heavenly Father, help me to await and prepare for your son's return with the utmost anticipation...

The Joys of John

This week has marked the beginning of farming season. John has been back in his truck hauling fertilizer to the area farmers. I both anticipate and dread this time of year. It's an exciting time for Davidson Farms. The tractors and planters are being made ready for planting. I love the smell of dirt when the fields are disked up. The downside comes with long days being made even longer with my husband getting up before 4:30 and not getting home until after dark. These days mean good income for our family, but they also mean less time spent together. My sweetheart came in late one evening this week and suggested that we go on a final date before our little one arrives. I had been thinking of this myself, but it was a wonderful surprise to have him bring it up.

Last night we went out on our date. We consciously enjoyed every moment of just being together. He held my hand and looked into my eyes just like he has for nearly 3 years now. It was another wonderful memory that will be remembered fondly in the days, months, and years ahead. I'm so blessed to have this special man in my life.