Hi Dad!

Scott and I were laying awake in bed last night, talking and praying. This, in itself, is a rather amazing feat considering that Scott's night owl habits have again come out as the end of the semester nears and the deadline for his final portfolio looms. School had worn me out that day (there should be a special place in heaven for teachers between Thanksgiving and Christmas break), so Scott was praying for some peace and patience for me.

In the middle of his heartfelt words he suddenly exclaims, "I just felt a kick!" I thought he was kidding (terrible, I know) because that particular kick didn't feel any stronger than before. I've grown so accustomed to the small random movements that I had a hard time believing that the outside world could have detected that one.

Skeptically, I reply, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, really!"

"Really?"

"Jane, really!"

So we paused for a moment, reveling in just how amazing it was that our little babe was making an announcement to the outside world, almost like he/she was saying, "Hey dad, don't forget to pray for me!" Very cool way to end the day :)