Meeting Ella

This morning at Bible study, I experienced two seemingly-conflicting things. One, I kept tearing up at everything. And two, I was so anxious to leave that it took every ounce of self control to not duck out early.

As soon as Bible study was out, I tore out of the church parking lot. I then raced a woman into Tropical Smoothie (sorry, ma'am!) so I could get in front of her (poor lady was just ordering a smoothie). And then, I nearly got in a car accident.

Why all the rush?

My very best friend from childhood had her baby yesterday, and I was going up to the hospital to visit her. (Yes, for the record, this is my third friend to have a child in the last two weeks.) Of course, as soon as I walked into the room, I started crying. It's emotional to be on the labor and delivery floor. It brings back memories of the not-so-long-ago when my son was born there. It also made me so happy to see my dear friend with her beautiful, tiny daughter. (Did I mention that little Ella Grace is my future daughter-in-law? It's already been agreed upon.)

She was perfect, just perfect. Tiny. Warm. Very much asleep and content. And the best part? I got to hold her for an hour and a half!

Heaven.