Tony and I were playing with D’Angelo today, watching in amazement as he so colorfully displayed his ever-budding personality. He was caught up in an anatomy lesson, so eagerly waiting for us to call out another body part so that he could show us just how smart he was by pointing out that exact spot on his little frame. “Eye” his daddy said, and D’Lo gave us both a hard, two-eyed wink. “Teeth” I called out, and he began chomping like a baby alligator. “Where’s your back?’ I asked and he so desperately tried to wrap his super short arms behind him. Then, in the middle of all the laughter, my husband looked at me and said, “I love him so much, I can’t remember a time when he wasn’t with us.”
His statement was so deeply honest because, although we’ve only known him here for twenty months, it feels as though he’s been a part of us for all time. In just a very short period of time, we will be saying and feeling the same thing about our unborn son as well. It’s as though our souls have always known them all, and their births were actually reunions. Births as reunions…That makes sense, right? I mean, this couldn’t all just be random? We had to have been made just for them, and them for us, yes?
Well, I won’t even sit here and presume to figure out His plan…I’m just happy to be a part of it, this part of it, a wife to this one, and a mother to these. I am thankful and I am blessed.
