Friday's mail

Matt is home sick today. Parker officially has bronchiolitis, and Matt was lucky enough to catch it from him. Thankfully, it only resulted in a yucky cold for Matt.

All that to say, though, is that we were both home when the mail arrived. Matt went out to get it and brought in a free sample of formula from Enfamil. I just thought it was another offer since Parker's arrival. However, after looking more closely, Matt realized that it was Enfamil Next Step for "our toddler." And then it hit me...we got this free formula because if we had not miscarried, our first baby would almost be one year old.

Wow.

Matt and I were both a little shell-shocked when it hit us. I cannot, for the life of me, imagine my life any other way. But there was a time when I dreamed that it could be different. That we hadn't miscarried. That we had a baby in our arms last June.

But then I look at Parker and know that if there had been no miscarriage, there would have been no Parker. Actually, there probably would have been a Parker, but not this Parker. Not this wonderful, sweet, precious Parker that we are so blessed to have in our life.

I am thankful for God's plan for my life. And I'm thankful for this small reminder of it today. That even when it doesn't make sense, or doesn't seem fair, or fun, or exciting, that He is in control. And I can rest in that.