I can smell the barn. I am visualizing very clearly now, the FINISH. My due date is tomorrow but for some reason I had this very day in my mind as the day I would have a babe. Mostly because of the number line it would create. Joy was born on the 13th, Halle on the 14th, Dawson on the 15th and Dante on the 16th...doesn't it seem like this babe should be born on the 17th? Seems entirely reasonable. Plus this would be the ONLY babe to come before the due date. EVERY CHILD HAS BEEN OVER DUE, but who's counting anyway.
Something happened over the weekend. We went to the mountains on Sat (7/15) and helped one of my best friends run an aid station for a local trail race/ultra. Those mountains hold magical times for me. My best childhood memories are there. My happiest days of life exist in those mountains, even at the very spot where the AS was. It's rejuvenating. It reminds me where I came from and who I am. I came home Sat night with a new perspective. I am strong and stronger than I think, stronger than I feel. I remember that from running ultras. I was reminded that one race, one experience does not at all dictate the next.
No matter what happens, I will keep choosing faith. I will finish this race and at the end, my buckle is my babe. Not something I will wear but a CHILD I am blessed to nurture, love and teach for the rest of my life. I don't know how I got so lucky...how ironic to say that vs what I was saying back in November. WOW!