Friday, July 1, 2016

Sonrise

Emotionally, this pregnancy wasn't easy for me. Physically, I was fine. Nearly textbook, actually. But emotionally? Psh. I was always on edge, waiting for something terrible to happen. It took us so long to get pregnant with this baby that I thought we'd never get to bring him home. I was so afraid that we'd leave the hospital with a small box of memories and a handful of ultrasound photos. I wanted this baby so much, it hurt. On my way home from the very first ultrasound, the ultrasound that confirmed his heartbeat and that I was indeed pregnant again, I heard this song on the radio, and I clutched the black and white print outs they gave us and I bawled. I'd heard this song before, but it suddenly meant so much more to me. Every time I heard it, I'd stop myself and think about the day I could bring my baby home.

Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Time's forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of you
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the picket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone

And if you hurt me
That's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home...

Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen
Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me
Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on Sixth Street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."

--Ed Sheeran

I don't have to wait anymore--he's home.

Lucas Daniel
July 1st, 2016
12:14 p.m.
8 lbs, 9 oz
21 inches long

Wait for me to come home.