After 35 days away with the Air Force near St. Louis, I expected August to be a slow month; however, the past month has been filled with unending visits to the midwife, tours and classes at St. Joseph’s hospital, and of course, tolerating Baby’s R Us.
I have expanded my garden, chopped down a tree with a dull axe, and cleaned out the garage. Bridgette has deep-cleaned the house, set up the nursery, and neatly ordered all the ‘baby effects’ that come with having your first child.
We hosted a baby shower, a bridal shower, and had 6-8 girls stay at our house one weekend (fortunately, a friend let me crash on his couch).
We experienced our ‘full-term’ child make protruding movements on the surface of Bridgette’s belly, we’ve read baby birthing books, and even worked through a few early contractions together.
Oh, and we have prayed for our daughter: prayers of thanksgiving to the Father of all for this early marriage blessing, prayers of illumination for how to raise her, and prayers of supplication for the birthing process to be as ‘natural’ in Lexington, KY for Bridgette and I as it was in the manger in Bethlehem for Mary and Joseph.
But alas, as I begin to observe the waning of summer and the coming of fall, I am reminded that the new season is no longer about colder temperatures, football, or fall classes at Asbury Seminary, but a season of new kind of normal. A season of fatherhood, a time where I will finally meet Anna Rose Kocak face-to-face.
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