Nineteen days, who knew that nineteen days would ever come to be so meaningful to me. I am not going to digress to the back story that builds the significance of these days. You can get a sense of the whole journey here. It represents the realization of on incredible Miracle in our lives and the beginnings of another. Day 1 will forever be a joyous day. We will celebrate the birth of Nisa Faith year after year. Day 1 is the culmination of nine months of a melange of concern, faith, fear, trust and surrender. It was a day of arrival, of life, of completion. It was a day of overt blessing. December 16th of 2012 was a joyous day. What Allana and I did not know, what we could not have known was that it was a day of provision, a day of strength given. I would be lying if I said that I sat at this computer with a solid thesis or a planned allegory. The reality is that this is my first opportunity to truly experience and embrace the nineteen days. When they occurred they were simply another nineteen days in the Christmas season and in 2013 we were still too deeply embroiled the Allana’s battle against Leukemia and the recovery from the Bone Marrow Transplant for me to experience them the way that I am this year.
Day 1 was not without its difficulties, ask any mother and she will tell you that this particular joy comes with its own brand of pain. Two dear friends who are expecting recently engaged in a tongue-in-cheek argument on Facebook concerning any man’s ability to truly conceive of the trials and eventual pains of pregnancy and birth. I do not even pretend (or desire) to really understand, preferring to stand by Allana’s side than in her place for this particular event. Chayla’s birth was a stroll in the park, Nisa’s was more like a kick in the gut and then a short sprint to the finish line (a race in which Nisa beat our doctor and surprised our nurse). Still, there she was, perfect, beautiful, a miracle from the hand of God. We basked in the joy of the now. We knew it was day one, but not that there were only 18 days left to this paragraph of our lives.
[…] Eve of 2012. I did not know at this point that I was in the middle of what I would later call The Nineteen Days (this is the link to the first post about this time. I will probably be reposting this series). […]