I was going to write about how life throws you curve balls. Big, scary curve balls that you don’t know how on earth you’re going to hit. I was going to write about how they are frightening. I was going to write about how we got one thrown at us.
But, I decided all that sounded negative for something that’s really wonderful. I think I like the word surprise better. Surprises are fun and exciting and while they may require a change of plans, they are marvelous. I love surprises.
This Thanksgiving our family will be blessed with the best kind of surprise imaginable. We will welcome a fourth child into our lives. True, we don’t know where we will put it (our house is pretty small and full already). And no, we do not know how we will pay for this child to go to college, and I definitely don’t know how I’m going to keep up with all the laundry.
But, here is what we do know:
This child is already well loved.
This child will complete our family.
This child will bring more joy to us than we can ever have imagined.
And really, what else do we really need to know. That’s good enough for me.