If You're Waiting For A Christmas Baby
She was pacing plank floors, at every turn stopping to watch at the window, wait. The rain was coming down in rivulets on glass falling free from low December clouds. She turned to see me come into the room and our eyes met for just a moment and I could see, sometimes the waiting isn't what brings you low it's the worry. "Are you getting nervous, Hannah?" She looks away from me, into the drops pressing on glass. "Yeah. I guess I thought she'd be here by now," "Me too. But babies take time." We wait together, watching for signs of my eight year old niece's grandma to come to get her and her siblings so that they can meet their new baby brother or sister at the hospital. Waiting and worry, they go all too well together. Do all Christmas babies come this way? With so much wondering and waiting and even worry? And hadn't I been doing some worrying and waiting of my own just a moment ago? When you're wa...