I was dreaming when my daughter woke me up this morning.
In my dream, the sky was so beautiful–just like this photo–and my dear friend was sitting on a big, front porch. She was waiting there for me as I walked up a long walkway that meandered through a beautiful garden. When I got to her, she jumped from the porch and gave me a hug, smiling ear to ear, as she whispered to me “I’m finally pregnant!” I remember looking up at the sky, so similar to this one, and saying “Thank you, God.”
I know what it is to wait for a baby to make his or her way to me and I’m so blessed that these little souls finally found my own.
And I have friends who yearn to be pregnant or adopt and welcome a child of their own. I have friends who have miscarried. I have friends who have buried a child, taken too soon (always too, too soon, no matter the age).
So, my dream echoes real life. I look to the sky and say my quiet thanks and send my prayers to those who wait and to those who yearn for children who were taken too soon.
Look up, my friends. Look up.