When Friends Have Babies
[Editor's Note: I remember being emotionally overwhelmed when I met my college best friend's newborn baby. It was so big. The two of us -- MOMS! I just thought I was being sappy that day, as I normally am, but Kristi at Table for
Three Four shared thoughts about her expanding village and it all kind of makes sense to me now. -Jenna]
After Jaci left, I was processing the visit with a friend. She's farther down the mommy road, so she's been through this. As I tried to explain how significant it felt for me to have met Ruthie, she said, "Kristi, meeting the children of your friends is powerful."
I had Liv in the middle of a baby boom in Columbia, so I'd met plenty of my friends' children. But Jaci lived so far away, and we walked through pregnancy tests and nausea and exhaustion and preterm labor scares and real labor together, but without seeing each other. So while I had felt the significance in little spurts with local friends, it had built up with Jaci. And it billowed over when I finally saw Ruthie; her movements and expressions, her hair and tiny fingers and the way she looked at my friend, her mom. I felt it deeply.
Photo Credit: sanfranannie.