Yesterday I met one of my best friends for dinner. She and I have been friends since the summer before 8th grade, and she is now expecting her first child, a boy. She is the first of my closest friends to have a baby.
While sitting in the booth and after we had finished eating, the baby began to move. She graciously let me put my hand on her big, beautiful, 34-week belly, and I felt the baby kick or squirm or something to that effect. The baby would stop moving, and she would gently move her belly, and he would begin to move again.
It was so amazing it made me want to cry.