a pick-me-up

Ever since Willem was born at 42 weeks - yes, count them: 14 days overdue - I tell people, "I go over."

And I have.  With every baby since.

But even though I tell myself and everyone else that, there's still something about going past your due date.  Though I'm feeling great, and the baby seems to be doing well, it's just harder for me to keep my chin up when I reach this point.

But our Father knows our frame.  He remembers that we are dust.

And He gave me an older sister who knows exactly how I feel.

Yesterday she sent me flowers.