feeling it, working it

Bek and I were watching Grey's Anatomy last night.

"I think I felt a kick," she said. In the last few days she's thought she's felt kicks here and there, but she was never sure.

I put my hand on her belly and she moved it over the the spot. We waited. Nothing.

A few minutes passed.

"I felt it again," she said.

I put my hand on her belly. Waited.

It took me a second to register it, but I felt the tiniest thump on the palm of my hand. I couldn't believe it. Later on, when Bekah said she could feel it again, I felt another thump. So tiny. This joy I feel now, as I write this, is hard to describe. But the most powerful emotions are always hard to describe, aren't they?