I can sense the time of my birth drawing nearer every day. I’m not yet sure
it means, but I am truly excited to find out. I suppose part of it involves leaving
my current home. I can’t imagine what lies beyond my surroundings,
but honestly, I’m feeling rather cramped. It seems I can’t flex a muscle
without distressing Mama, and sometimes I simply must stretch, which unfortunately
causes her all sorts of discomfort. Beyond the physical uneasiness, I can also
sense Mama’s emotions growing stronger and more widely varied every day. She
feels at turns excitement, fear, elation, grief, benevolence,
and exasperation in such violent extremes that I sometimes fear her passions
may break down her body. She has remained strong so far, however, ruling her
emotions when she can and redirecting them when she cannot. Thank God for Daddy.
Speaking of Daddy, he still sings to me every night. He still tells me he
loves me, and that Mama loves me, and that Jesus loves me most of all. I already
know that, as I have mentioned
before, but I still enjoy hearing it.
I have a powerful intuition that life as I know it will soon end, and life
as I cannot imagine it will soon begin. Daddy tells me he feels pretty much
the same way.