We had quite a Christmas. We found out Christmas Eve that my sister-in-law is having a baby in April. A little girl. I love nieces and nephews. How fun to have cousins the same age. On that side of the family we’re pairing them up nicely. On my side, my daughter is still the only grandchild.
Then Christmas morning we announced we were having a baby via all forms of communication; text, email, video, phone and t-shirt. All day long we received notes of good cheer. We have a video of the whole event. My daughter and I keep watching it again. I keep crying. It’s the joy that is overflowing.
My sister spun into gift overdrive and wrapped up a baby quilt for our new little one. It’s a sock monkey quilt. She bought it several years ago at one of our Rwanda fundraisers. It’s darling. I remember when she bought it. It was a silent auction. She kept going back and biding the quilt up. She passed her budget and kept bidding. When she won we cheered. I assumed she bought it to save for her own baby. When I opened the gift and saw the red and blue and brown quilt blocks laying there I cried.
I spent the entire month of December stressing about my baby sister for two primary reasons. The first is that I knew she wants to have a baby too and I really didn’t want to hurt her on Christmas by announcing happy news while they were still waiting. It’s hard to balance joy and tears. Celebration and patience. The second reason is that as her older sister, I’ve worried and coddled and cared and cheered and babied her for her entire life. It’s habit.
I have a secret. I didn’t need to worry. God loves my baby sister more than I do. He has an amazing plan for her life. And in this particular case, His plan is joy overflowing. I have something in common with the angels who announced the birth of Jesus Christ. I’m heralding good news of great joy.
Michelle and Ben are having a baby. She’s due in August.