Socks

A while back, when we first found out that Jessie was pregnant, some very good friends of ours bought two pairs of baby socks and gave them to us as a present. So far we have not gone out and started to buy things to prepare for the baby yet so these socks are the only items we have. With that being said, Jessie and I started playing a joke that when one of us makes the bed we sneak those little socks on the other person's pillow so they can see them when getting into bed. It sort of stands as a small token for what lies ahead in both of our lives.

So one night I began to wonder, laying down after moving the socks, if truly my character stands as a token for anything. I was challenged by the socks on the pillow which symbolize something greater than today. Right now they explain to us that our lives will be changed forever when this baby is born. Their presence alone is physical proof that something majestic lies beyond for both of us, and their symbolism never wavers.

I began to question if we could honestly ever get to that point with our own portrayals. Could we be so consistent, with what we want to represent in life, that our mere presence always is a foreshadow of something grandiose? So here I am, moved by our unborn baby's socks to always have an existence that tells of something greater than today. We can all stand as small tokens that remind us Heaven is around the bend...