So often we speed read through the advent story. I think that is why I love the Advent book we use. We read from the beginning each day of December until that night’s door. It is repetitive and makes the verses linger for my heart. This year, the one I have been mulling over is

Mary hurried to visit her cousin Elizabeth. At the sound of Mary’s greeting, the baby inside Elizabeth jumped for joy.

Carefully chosen words that communicate life again. Each baby is an aware human being created in the womb.

Maybe it is hearing these words again and again in advent as I get to know my little newborn. Because of my high risk status for the majority of my pregnancy, I had many ultrasounds. I would have to go back and count. But several. Each one revealed something new about my son. That knowledge I treasured. Now that he is on the outside, all of those little things are still the same.

His hair was long and full.  It is so now. soft and wavy like Daddy.

His little hands were always by his face. It is so now. Even when he nurses.

His long legs were pulled up to his chest. It is so now. Long stretches up high.

His limbs wiggled and moved at 9:30 each night. It is so now. Wide staring eyes.

He startled and kicked at Elijah’s squeals. It is so now. With soft whimpers.

John’s testimony whispering throughout the ages.

Technology only confirming what God said was so.

A baby boy in fluid.

A baby boy in air.