Good Friday, April 2nd, 1999
An excerpt from a journal I kept during my pregnancy. A Good Friday I will never forget. I love you, favorite son. To my unborn son on Good Friday, April 2nd, 1999 - I am three weeks away from giving birth to you. After months of pre -postpartum counseling, I am still afraid of the change that is to occur. Terrified. FEARFUL. I attend Good Friday Service at our church. It is a small gathering in the old chapel. I am sitting in the back. Communion is served. As I take communion, I realize that you are taking communion, too. We are taking communion together. And I think... we will never have this opportunity, again. After months of feeling distant from you... I suddenly feel as if we have bonded. We have shared something. Something intimate and private. And I thank God for that moment. That realization. Something now that is embedded in my heart and soul. And although you would never remember this moment, I will for the rest of my life. And it would be a remembrance of God's l