So we aren't moved in quite yet to the new part of the house, but I did pretend we were this past Saturday morning (my due date) and took a 30 minute shower in our new master bathroom. It was one of my most favorite showers ever. Yup, I decided that why shouldn't showers have superlatives! Of course I loved it because I love the subway tile and the rain water faucet. I love the window that I opened to let the [sneak peak] of fall crisp weather in. I love what a labor of love it was to create this shower. But here's the moment I really loved...
I'm in the shower, you know, showering, and David knocks on the door needing a measurement. He sneaks in and trys to be in an out quickly without notice. However, M has already fallen in love with this new water world haven and pushes in right behind him. "I want bath! I want water!" As we giggle at and try to wrangle her away from the shower (because as this point we don't have up glass or any sort of curtain - its still an open shower) who else decides to barge in, but our 7-year-old French Bulldog, Oscar. Not only does he invite himself into the bathroom, but walks straight on into the shower!
So now I'm standing in the shower, a full 40 weeks pregnant, with my dog, watching my husband chase a wiggly squealy super cute 2-year-old around the bathroom.
Oh! I laughed so hard I almost cried. There in that shower, where I had gone for escape and quiet and the therapy of steamy warm water on my tired body, I instead was gifted with a glimpse of my beautiful life -- a moment in time that reflected all the goodness, grace, and mercy I have been afforded. My heart flooded with joy and thankfulness. I came undone to myself and in the first time in what felt like weeks or maybe months, I felt washed of all my worries, stress, and fatigue. It was the shower my soul needed.