Just leave a note!

When I was in college I hit someone's car as I backed out of my parking spot in the Crown Center parking garage. There was no one around...I could've driven away and they never would've known that I was the culprit. But I didn't. I stopped pulled back into the spot and left a note with my name and contact information. A few weeks and one large check later I had payed for the damages and the little voice in my head left me alone...until yesterday.

Brad, Rory and I spent a few hours together (lunch out and shopping for some summer clothes). As we walk up to the car after a visit to Old Navy Brad says, "Oh no! Look at that!" Then I see that there is a good size dent in our back passenger door with a red paint swipe right in the middle. There is absolutely no way the person who opened their car door and hit ours couldn't have noticed a bump like that. It is glaringly apparent. And all of a sudden that little voice in my head was back saying, "Why did this happen to me? I was honest when I was on the other side of the steering wheel. Why didn't they just leave a note?" I got over it pretty quickly. The fact is, it's God's car, not ours. We take good care of it and unfortunately someone else didn't respect what a blessing that vehicle has been to us. The bottom line is that it doesn't affect the safety of the car...so I can't really worry about it.

Sonogram was yesterday! That means Brad knows what we're having. But I still am still choosing to remain in the dark. I really want that moment in the delivery room when the midwife says, "It's a ____!" We're probably only going to have two kids and since we found out that Rory was a girl, I wanted to try the other route with this one.

Honestly though, it's kinda driving me crazy that Brad knows. I keep trying to read him for hints...at the same time hoping I don't figure it out. He warned me this morning that if I keep teasing him about what the baby is the chances are good I'll figure it out...he's not a master secret keeper. I don't want to know so I'll have to tame myself.

According to measurements taken during the sonogram, the baby weighs about 1 pound. When we first got a glimpse of his/her face the hands were right up next to it's face. Brad said it looked like the baby was pressing it's hands up against my belly trying to get a good view of the outside world.

Have a blessed Easter. Do you know that Jesus Christ came to this earth to die for our sins? And to have eternal life, all we have to do is accept that we could never pay for those sins ourselves and accept the payment he made on the cross. Amazing love isn't it.