I work with a young woman who has been in waiting these nine long months. T. and I attended her wedding. It was a very special occasion where the whole audience laughed when the preacher told her brand new husband, "You may now kiss the bride." and he reared back and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and both hands.
They had a honeymoon, came back to work and after a while nature took its course and they had a baby girl. They had thought to only have the one child and so the husband, we'll call him Clint (since that might even be his middle name.) had a little outpatient procedure done that the doctor said would guarantee no more children. After a time, they had an opportunity to adopt an older child. It was a boy. His circumstances were such that he might have been in foster care for some time except for the two adults taking a decision to expand their family. Now there were the four of them. A perfect number for a family nowadays. The children grew and the parents overcame the normal things a family deals with. And then, the young woman had a startling revelation. She showed signs and symptoms, and when she took a test, lo and behold - she was with child. Clint went roaring back to his doctor who did some testing and discovered the previous out patient procedure had, uh for sure - come un-undone.
The young woman and her husband may have gulped a little. After all, having three children when you only planned for two would take some adjustment. Insurance will be more expensive, to say nothing of food and laundry bills. The pregnancy went well, despite some problems. When she went home on Monday, she said, "See you tomorrow, unless ... "
Today this young couple gave birth to a girl child who weighed a little over 8 pounds. She is lovely on her Facebook picture. Her daddy looks so proud holding her for her first daughter and father photograph. Their Facebook friends' messages of congratulations were at 24 and growing the last time I checked.
It strikes me that this is the same size family as our Mom and Dad had. And in the same ratio, 2 girls and a boy. Now, when they go to a restaurant and the hostess says, reservations for a party of five... the party of five is all their own sweet family. May their joys multiply!
And may that un-named doctor be right this time around!
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Perhaps, change doctors? To be sure? ;)
I hope she sees your sweet commentary on her family. This is such proof that God really does make the final disposition, no matter how much we make plans, isn't it?
That first little one? Before we final three? I haven't thought about it before but maybe he welcomed them to heaven . . .
It's funny but I've always thought of our older brother as looking like Uncle Jim and Uncle Bob with Dad mixed in. Older than me or you and sort of calm and wise. I didn't think of him as a baby but as the full grown individual he was meant to become. In Heaven for sure. I recall going to the cemetery in West Palm with Mom and seeing a grave in a baby section but don't recall where it was.
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