Turns out pregnant hula hooping is really fun. According to this lady, it also improves balance and coordination. Considering that I took a scary fall in the backyard last week, I think a little balance and coordination in my life would be a good thing. I never want to fall down pregnant again. I spent the rest of the afternoon feeling overwhelmed with frustration and fear. It's just a terrible feeling to have your body change so much that you feel like a clumsy lumbering beast. And of course I was convinced baby X was toast until I felt her squirming around a few hours later.
Pregnant Laurilee hula hooping.
Congratulations Morgan and Andrew!
The bride's father read this amazing poem.
On Children
Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
