
My little girl is now four. The night before her birthday I told her she would be four when she woke up in the morning. She was all excited, but at that moment it struck me that she wouldn't be three anymore and I started to cry. She held my hand and said, "Mommy, I promise I'll stay four for a long time." There she was comforting me! I guess turning four means she is growing up and moving out of the baby/toddler world. She will be starting preschool for the first time this year and I just enrolled her for dance lessons. Four opens up a whole new world for her. I'm sad to see those baby years end for her but so excited to see what four brings her. She is so beautiful, smart, and funny. It seems I waited forever for my little girl and now here she is turning four already.
I was reading a post tonight about someone who is having difficulty conceiving. I remember those days all too well. Those days, months, and years just seemed to crawl by. At the time I didn't understand why it was happening to us. Why couldn't we just get pregnant like everyone else? Why did we have to endure so many tests and shots and procedures with what seemed like endless phone calls from our clinic saying "sorry but you're not pregnant". But now looking back I have been able to make sense of it all. If we had gotten pregnant any sooner then it wouldn't be Nicholas, Julia, or Gianna. They were all meant to be here. God was trying to tell me to be patient, but I was trying to control it by the tears and anger and frustration. In retrospect, I wish I didn't spend so much time in tears and worrying so much. It wasn't until my last IVF cycle that I decided to kiss it up to God and let Him take over. I was trying to control something that was uncontrolable. We were doing all we could.
Now our three children are the center of our lives. Life is unfolding as it should, and we couldn't be more blessed.

















