Heart Swells

I felt it on Saturday. It came on strong and almost bowled me over right into a rack of baby blue towels with yellow duck heads in the corners. I was wandering through the baby clothes at a local department store, gently fingering all of the baby garments. . . . .blue overalls with green airplanes. . . .. red T-Shirts with trucks. . . . .a tiny baseball jersey with a matching cap. Then it hit me, I have a son. A baby boy who I would soon be dressing in overalls, T-shirts, and caps. That would one day turn his big brown eyes up at me at say the coveted word I've been longing to hear, "Mommy". A little boy who will believe I can heal his wounds with a kiss. A little guy that will rest his head contentedly on my shoulder because I will be his home base, his safety net. I just stood there, my eyes moist, soaking it in. .. this wonderful feeling. That's when it happened. . ..my heart swelled. . .. and it will never be the same again.