The baby tends to wake up with me in the morning, no matter what the time. Or, possibly, the baby wakes me up but I don't realize that is why I am awake. Still I think it is my favorite part of the morning, laying there and feeling this little one kick around and do any number of things that cause sensations across my belly. I wonder what positions the little one is taking in there to cause such a raucous. It reminds me to pray each morning for the things I worry about, I pray we will be good parents, that we will know how to raise a baby as things come along, and that God will surround us with people that we can be close to and that will love our baby like a family. There is an odd sort of loss having a baby so far away from our families. It is harder to come to grips with than I thought it would be, but I am grateful for our little family that we have grown over the last couple of years, I look forward to adding on to it, and I am grateful for my brother and the ones who are near. The rest, well maybe we will be nearer soon!