The Feast of the Annunciation
Today, a child sat next to me on the bus. It got on with its father, who had a large suitcase. The child sat down next to me and then told Papa to sit down. Papa wanted to stand with the suitcase, but the child had already scooted over next to me to make room, and it stayed there the entire time, kicking me with its small childfeet and filling me with joy.
It’s springtime now, and things are blooming. Not in my womb, but that’s nothing new. The disappointment, dormant for a long time, sends little tendrils shooting up through the soil every now and then, but only when it’s freshly plowed (like by buschildren feet). I can handle it.
This Feast of Annunciation marks a change. Always before, I’ve read it as Mary; for the first time, this year, I read it as Elizabeth.
I’m 38 now, and we’ve been trying for a while. There’s not much hope, but there’s always a little. And there’s a lot of precedent. Elizabeth, of course, and also Sarai, who changed her name to Sarah, like Abram changed his name to Abraham. It’s that extra ‘h’ of celebration... and if we ever get annunced to, I’ll laugh, also – and change my name to Meghan.
— MeganPrestonMeyer
Today, a child sat next to me on the bus. It got on with its father, who had a large suitcase. The child sat down next to me and then told Papa to sit down. Papa wanted to stand with the suitcase, but the child had already scooted over next to me to make room, and it stayed there the entire time, kicking me with its small childfeet and filling me with joy.
It’s springtime now, and things are blooming. Not in my womb, but that’s nothing new. The disappointment, dormant for a long time, sends little tendrils shooting up through the soil every now and then, but only when it’s freshly plowed (like by buschildren feet). I can handle it.
This Feast of Annunciation marks a change. Always before, I’ve read it as Mary; for the first time, this year, I read it as Elizabeth.
I’m 38 now, and we’ve been trying for a while. There’s not much hope, but there’s always a little. And there’s a lot of precedent. Elizabeth, of course, and also Sarai, who changed her name to Sarah, like Abram changed his name to Abraham. It’s that extra ‘h’ of celebration... and if we ever get annunced to, I’ll laugh, also – and change my name to Meghan.
— MeganPrestonMeyer
Oh, wishing you well on this journey! What a sweet moment on the bus!
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