In gracious anticipation for the one her belly swells, she lavishes herself in the arms of the three that have come before. The three that call her mama, beloved, and cherished one. In the still quiet moments of sleep-rubbed-eyes and soft blankets wrapped, the morning sun peaked through soft and warm. It is in these tender mornings where intentionality and purpose thrive; where one’s heart becomes embedded with the truth that their body, mind and soul truly matter. The quiet lingered as the sun shone more brightly giving life and joy to the day, as laughter and imagination began to play out in scenes of peek-a-boo and fort building. Then more still as the birds song and the soft dew of grass on little feet gathered the harvest of what love, time, and intentionality grew. This is the beginning and the middle, the waiting and the anticipation of new life soon held dear.