Prayers For Tomorrow

I just tucked our twenty-one month old, D’Angelo (D’Lo), into his bed. He was exhausted, we have all had such a busy day, preparing for the last of us to enter the world tomorrow. I’m still concerned with how he’s going to do tomorrow, how he’ll feel without me for so long, and how he’ll feel sharing me every day after that. I rocked and caressed him, took some extra time kissing his tender baby cheeks, running my fingers through his beautiful hair, thanking God for the opportunity to experience his presence in our lives. Then I layed him down, covered him up, and took a good, long look at him, one last time before he becomes a big brother.

Our older kids are just excited. We are blessed to be able to share this with them again, they did so well in the delivery room with D’Lo. When he was born, they so lovingly surrounded me, my daughters holding my legs and coaching like old pros, my son cutting the umbilical cord of his first baby brother. It was truly miraculous. Now as we prepare for the birth of our last child, seems as though they have already worked out all the delivery room details. As Tony got to cut the cord last time, Devaney gets the chance to do the same for tomorrow’s miracle. Destiny, who will never have the opportunity, gets to be the first of them to hold their new brother, and that includes whatever length of time she chooses. They are packing their own hospital bags as I write this. Mine has been packed for a few weeks now.

My precious husband is on his way home from work now. We’re going to cuddle up, and fall asleep watching Gran Torino. Well, he’ll fall asleep, I’ll be plagued by thoughts of what I may have forgotten to pack. Alright, he just pulled into the driveway. I’m about to go hug him and kiss him, and then try to get some rest for our big day tomorrow. Please keep us in your prayers, Antonio, Donna, Little Tony, Devaney, Destiny, D’Angelo, and finally, A’Darius. His day is certainly going to be the hardest of all.