A week or so ago, I considered shutting down this blog for a few reasons. Then, Sunday night, I was given a stark reminder why I started this blog in the first place.
Around 11:30 p.m. on Sunday, I had just finished watching game six of the NBA finals. I climbed into bed with Dawn, and began to tell her about the game. While I was in the middle of talking, Dawn looked at me and said, “Come here.” She grabbed my hand, and put it on her stomach. Suddenly I felt it.
I’d felt some sort of bubbly rumble in Dawn’s stomach once before, but truthfully, we’re not sure if it was a kick or if Dawn was just hungry. Sunday was the first time I’d ever definitively felt my daughter kick. On June 12, 2011, she decided to give me an early birthday present, and tell daddy she was in there.
I’m still taken back by it. It was so exciting that it took me a solid hour to fall asleep afterward. So my daughter reminded me when I started this blog in the first place…because of her. Even as I’m writing this a few days later, I smile just thinking about that kick.
Point of the story: If you have benevolent intentions for something, don’t stop doing it.
Secondary point of the story: My little ninja baby daughter can kick like Chuck Norris.