But sometimes, a miracle is so bright and clear that it takes my breath away.
Cassandra is beautiful–you can see that– but she’s also extraordinarily intelligent and multi-talented. Any career of her choosing was open to her. But shortly after her marriage to Bob (a truly good man), she wanted nothing more than to be a mother.
The babies didn’t come. Month after month (and is there anything more cruel than that monthly reminder of infertility?), medical procedures, heartache, prayers, a miscarriage in the middle of a blinding snowstorm…finally Bob and Cassandra renounced the tests and the doctors and turned to the arduous road of adoption.
No baby could be more wanted, loved and adored than sweet Olivia Jocelyn (follow this link; see if you can read it without crying).
Grandpa Dean– the beemaster. Watch out, he’ll talk you into buying a hive.
Nana Lisa, my gorgeous, talented, generous friend. I love the way she and Olivia look at each other.
Even as Olivia was being placed in Bob and Cassandra’s arms, they knew that another baby was on the way. Cautious, they didn’t share their happy news, until Cassandra’s belly gave it away.
Meet darling baby Henry, 6 lb 10 oz, 19 1/2 inches– could he be more beautiful?
Only six months separate their arrival on earth. Two babies where there were none.
Sometimes we wonder– why am I going through this anguish? why this pain? For Cassandra and Bob, the answer is a bit clearer. Without the infertility, without the miscarriage, they wouldn’t have known Olivia Jocelyn. And she is theirs, oh she is theirs.
And their miracle, gives me hope for each of us. Any anguish, any pain, God will use to work for our good. I have faith in that, whether it takes two years, twenty or eternity.
Is that red hair? We think he may have been kissed by his angel Aunt Jocie.