The Touch of Love

One thing I love about Fridays is the fact that it begins a well needed weekend of recuperation. After a great family trip to Jamaica, the work week was followed by… well, work! And when I got home Kandis was upstairs reading in full “relax” mode and gear. (Pajamas) I asked her if everything was alright. She said that she was having some “me and baby time.” O.K.

I offered to leave and she asked me to stay with her. O.K.

I joined her in the bed and we talked. It was pretty nice. I love talking about the baby. And then Kandis took my hand and placed it under her midsection. “Do you feel that?” she asked. It felt like a hard lump and my first reaction was “Yeah I feel it. What is it?” And that’s when Kandis said, “It’s the baby”. O.K.

I wanted to touch it again. So I asked her to put my hand on the baby again. She said, “O.K.”

I wanted to touch the baby again and again. The baby moved and I felt it.

The baby is so small, but my love for it is so large.

I touched my child today.

It was the touch of love!

The First and The Last

We’re back! And it was the first trip with the baby and the last trip (at least for a while) for the baby. (Unless you consider the trip to the hospital in Fairview for the delivery). And it was another great trip for all. Jamaica is definitely a place I would recommend to everyone.

Kandis, who’s known for buying new clothes for every trip, stocked up on maternity clothes. It was her way of saying to all, “I’m pregnant and I love it!”

Not to go too much into the trip, but each day brought on its on sense of drama and excitement. All I could think of is that this trip is both the first and the last. And because of that, this trip will be special to me. When our child gets older we can say, “You’ve been to Jamaica. It was your first trip.” Will he or she remember it? Of course not. But I will.

I will always remember my parents’ insistence on taking our child on trips abroad or suggesting that they will keep our child while Kandis and I go on vacation trips. I will remember the sounds of children crying on the airplane. I will remember the smiles on everyone’s face. I will remember…well, everything. From Montego Bay to Negril, we all loved it.

So why is it the last? Well, it’s complicated. It’s a combination of wanting to bond with the child, save for the future including college and a new home, and a want to have an experience our child will remember. It’s great for us, but I want my son or daughter to remember the trips too. I want them to both enjoy and remember the experience.

And our child’s enjoyment will last to us. And I can’t wait for the first.