Pretty Mercy

         Labor began at eleven thirty last night.  She didn't get much sleep due to contractions.  They were eight minutes apart. 
 
    I  have known her for seven years and it didn't take long for us to become friends.  She was allergic to mangos. We both had alot in common.  We both had just cut off our long lucious locks.  We both were single.  We both loved God and we both wondered when our prince charmings would arrive on their noble steeds.  Our friends and siblings were married, getting married or were on the brink of being engaged.   We met at church and we were sometimes overtaken by the church giggles.  Someone was always doing something funny in that place.
   
   I remember being in the kitchen with her one night, dipping my french fries in my frosty.  I told her I was going to invent a dessert that had a frosty and french fry concoction  that would send our tastebuds into a supersonic whirlwind of pleasure.  She laughed. 

   

   The day came when her prince charming  came knocking at her door, sweeping her off her feet.  She fell in love and.. said yes!!  They married in May and I was saddened at the fact that I couldn't be there to see her walk down the isle.  She became a gypsy wife, traveling around the United States with the love of her life.  His work took him everywhere, and she followed.  Actually, I wouldn't say followed, more like.. stood by his side -and loved him everyday.  Everyday.

 
     I signed on to check my mail one evening after work and read that my sweet friend was.. expecting.  I was so happy for her.  I wrote her many joys and thrills.  She couldn't be happier.  We talked about this moment so many years ago. In the kitchen, eating frosty's and french fries.  She grew so beautifully.  Her belly grew round like a watermelon.  A sweet little watermelon with a lovely little seed inside.  She carried her baby gently and lovingly.  Her baby shower included that yummy baby punch and many gifts wrapped in pale pinks and creams.  She made out like a bandit with all those presents- or should we say, the bun in the oven hit the jackpot.  So many people love her and came to celebrate this blessing from our wonderful, amazing God.
 
   So, here we are.  A beautiful baby girl has been born.  Rocked in the arms of God and gently placed in her mothers arms. 

   Mercy is her name.  A name meaning compassion.  She will be loved to 100th power.  May she be as humble as her mother.  Happy Birthday pretty Mercy. 

Pink cupcakes for everyone :)