Joyful Anticipation
With each passing week, our anticipation grew. Prenatal classes became our weekend ritual. We learned, practiced, and laughed with other expectant couples. Plans were made, names were debated, and dreams of our child’s future took shape. I’d often catch Jacob daydreaming, a smile playing on his lips. Our world was expanding, and every day brought us closer to the arrival of our greatest adventure. I had never know more joy or anticipation than what I felt each day as I waited to hold my baby.