Wait and Hope

Firstborn son has his hand on hope-egg. And so we wait. Twenty-one days we will watch over these little ones, turning them twice daily. Waiting twenty-one days for new-life is not long at all. My Right-hand little man, our second born, expected these chicks to hatch today. But that's not how life works. Not how mystery unfolds. Not usually, anyway. We must be patient. We must wait and hope. Wait and hope.
In the meantime, they rest silently in the old-bathtub, where the incubator will not be disturbed. This is the same bathtub where our firstborn had his first bath nearly five years ago, the same tub ninety-two year-old Mr. Allbritton installed when this farm house was updated with running water.