Langston: Knowing

Having a baby is more than interesting. It's more than cute. It's more than congratulatory. It's fascinating! It commands and demands my interest in ways almost nothing else has. It makes me want to know more, learn more, and do more for myself and for that one inside me whose active limbs force the skin on my stomach to push up when I'm lying in bed at night and to push forward when I'm sitting at my desk at work or standing on line in the cafeteria waiting to purchase Langston's and my morning fruit bowl and bottled water.

I'm sure he doesn't know it, but he forces me to reconsider, at most times, a morning cup of hot chocolate or afternoon bag of Swedish Fish that often bellow out to me to add them to my daily calorie in-take while subtracting a few dollars from my savings.

I'm sure he does not know or even care about the very careful steps I take as I walk on the icy ground the snow and cold weather place.

Sometimes I sit and wonder if he's okay, but when I feel a kick, a hit, or any kind of movement from Langston, it's oh, such a happy day.

It's a wonderful thing to possess a name for someone whose existence you weren't aware. Jason and I naming Langston is a beautiful reflection and reminder of how our Creator has given us His name. Knowing what it is and being able to identify Him is such a beautiful thing just like knowing that our baby is a boy and not just a boy but baby boy Langston. There are so many baby boys, but there's only one Langston for us.