Thank you for all of your public and private congratulations and commendations to Chrissy and me. We are thrilled to have another wonderful blessing on the way. Since Haddon was due, people have told us to expect a girl and have prophesied that our last three boys would be girls. We have been so thoroughly pleased with the way God has been so gracious and we would be thrilled to welcome a little boy or a little girl into our home to share in this sweet life together–though certainly a little girl would really throw off the balance of our noisy, little ecosystem. We are able to happily expect a wonderful batch of daughter-in-laws.
You feel free to encourage us as you have been and as you will, but if you don’t mind, at least privately between the two of us, we are going to continue to assume as we always have that there is a little boy on it’s way…until scientific proof tells us otherwise. We apparently only know one recipe and it works for us. And “no,” there will not be an ounce of discouragement if we don’t have a girl. But we would be thrilled to accept her. I hope that we would be happy to freely accept a baby on any of God’s terms.
Here is the poem I have carried in my heart over the past years of preparing for little boys to join our family. Captain Cyril Morton Thorne wrote:
To My Unborn Son
What simple, beautiful words!
“My boy!” What a wonderful phrase!
We’re counting the months till you come to us —
The months, and the weeks, and the days!
The new little stranger, some babes are called,
But that’s not what you’re going to be;
With double my Virtues and half of my faults,
You can’t be a stranger to me!
Your mother is straight as a sapling plant,
The cleanest and best of her clan —
You’re bone of her bone, and flesh of her flesh,
And, by heaven, we’ll make you a man!
Soon I shall take you in two strong arms-
You that shall howl for joy-
With a simple, passionate, wonderful pride
Because you are just-my boy!
And you shall lie in your mother’s arms,
And croon at your mother’s breast,
And I shall thank God I am there to shield
The two that I love the best.
A wonderful thing is a breaking wave,
And sweet is the scent of spring,
But the silent voice of an unborn babe
Is God’s most beautiful thing.
We’re listening now to that silent voice
And waiting, your mother and I —
Waiting to welcome the fruit of our love
When you come to us by and by.
We’re hungry to show you a wonderful world
With wonderful things to be done,
We’re aching to give you the best of us both
And we’re lonely for you-my son!
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