Safe in Osaka

after 24 hours of travel we are just hours away from Lucy. A long layover (over night) provided an opportunity to see a very tiny glimpse of Osaka Japan-only the view from the airport side, but enough to know we wish to come again and experience the culture and people of this country. My dad was a mormon missionary in this town some 40 years ago or so. I wish we had time to record for him the changes since he was a young man trying to take in a new place, a new language and a new mandate to share a religion he'd come to know in his heart was true. I thought of my dad last night as we walked with Mason. I watched Mason's eyes open a little wider when he saw the parking lots full of bicycles. He asked questions about why the streets were so clean. He took picture after picture from the hotel window of the cars-their different shapes and sizes. He was eager to drink in this place. I love seeing things through the eyes of my kids, it brings wonder and amuzement into life.

Mason and I were trying to sleep in the wee hours of this morning when he asked me if I'd ever dreamt about what it will be like to meet Lucy. I told him I'd tried to picture that meeting a thousand times, but I just don't know what it will be like. He told me he'd been trying to picture it too, and even though he couldn't, he felt a sweet feeling inside when he tried. Sweet. I think this day will be that. To finally meet this little soul. To have had impressions about her appearance and her facial features years before even she was even born, I feel a sense of reverence about it all, I'm humbled and anxious to see her. I wish I could share the wonder of motherhood in this way with all moms. This is a unique take on having kids-never knew I'd learn so much.

sweet. can't wait. That's all.