Friday, April 17, 2009
In 2004, I had a miscarriage.
I would want for no one to endure such an event for it brings about an incredibly deep sorrow to which only God can heal. And, in that, I thank Him for His grace.
Beyond that sorrow, I held one regret from the miscarriage. You see, our son was one at the time of this event. I had held high hopes that because of the closeness in age of him and the new baby, they would be destined to be good friends instead of just siblings. In that respect, the new baby had somewhat been planned. However, the miscarriage doused the flames of that dream.
About six months later, we found ourselves expecting again. This baby was not planned. In fact, it was quite a surprise. I must admit that I hoped for a boy so that perhaps, even though the two children would be farther away in age, they could still be close friends. Obviously, that did not happen as we had a girl. And, as awesome as that it (and it really is awesome), I wasn’t sure what kind of friendship they would have beyond being a loving brother and sister.
That is, until last week.
This brings me to the above picture. It was taken one afternoon when Squeaker climbed into the chair her brother was sitting in. She threw her arm around him and he did the same to her. They laughed and shrieked and talked in code.
And then……Nathan announces to us, “Sister is my best friend.”
I couldn’t help the tear that welled in the corner of my eye. We asked them to hold the pose so we could immortalize the moment. And, they did.
My plan didn’t work the way I thought it would, but God’s plan did and our children will reap the benefit of that for the rest of their lives.
Thank you Lord.
Posted by Spring M Fricks at 3:09 PM