I’ve got that feeling I get whenever I’m waiting for something exciting.
I remember that time when my father agreed to buy me a PlayStation. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was dreaming about it every night. I read all I could about the PlayStation.
Then there was the time I was waiting to move in to my condo. I kept dreaming about how I would live in the condo and make use of the facilities. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I would decorate the place, where I would put my stuff and how living alone would feel like.
Then there was my wedding. I couldn’t sleep thinking about the happiest day of my life.
Now, I’m just waiting for baby Rachel to arrive. I’m so excited to meet her. I can’t believe that my wife and I created something so magical.
I have so many questions that need to be answered. Who will she look like? What will her interests be? How is her voice going to sound like? What will be her talents?
I dream about her every night. There are no specific faces I see, but I dream of a different life… a life with more purpose. I have been entrusted with a gift, and it is my biggest responsibility to raise her well.
I can’t wait to meet her.
My “some day” is almost here.
I hate this feeling of suspense. We don’t know when she decides to be born. When Rachel is ready, she will signal my wife’s body to begin labour.
I hope I don’t have to wait too long.