Lament for Sundays
Sunday was my favorite day.
We had the liberty of sleeping in. Taking turns, rather. One of us would get up with our (almost) two-year-old daughter while the other slept for an hour, and then we would trade. We then enjoyed breakfast together as a family, got dressed and headed to church.
Once there, we greeted the familiar faces and settled into our seats. We sang songs, listened to the sermon and were filled with hope. We would occasionally squeeze each other’s hand, make eye contact and smile. We smiled because we had a secret that few knew of. A beautiful secret that was growing inside my wife. Each Sunday, we marked one more week of development, and marked one less week until we met this little miracle.
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