“Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.
Children born to a young man are like arrows in a warrior’s hands.” Psalm 127:3-4 (NLT)
Both of my daughters are gifts from God. Doctors told me early in my marriage that children may not be possible for me. They forgot to tell God.
I love my daughters and know they are precious presents from my heavenly Father. They have both grown, married and are busy raising their own precious gifts.
My oldest daughter and her family are coming to visit this week, thus the title for this post.
Anticipation is a wonderful thing. It is like hearing the ice-cream truck on the next block and running to get money for when it finally appears on your street. It is like Christmas Eve when you see the tree loaded with wrapped presents underneath. It is like going to bed the night before school lets outs. Anticipation comes in many forms. It is always accompanied by those butterflies in your stomach that something good is about to happen.
Yes, I have anticipation. It will only increase until I see their vehicle pull into our driveway and a seven year old pops out. It will be fulfilled when those seven year old arms are wrapped around me and I hear “Grammy!” coming out of her mouth.
After about ten minutes of talking with my granddaughter and petting the dogs that I will turn to my daughter and her husband and welcome them to our home. Then the fun will truly begin.