Today I got the bright idea to search and see what my family was up to on the day that our sweet Little Man was born.
I checked my phone calendar, but iPhones don’t save calendar data for that long.
Naturally, I took to Facebook. There is actually a spot where you can view all of your posting history: the “Activity Log” on your Timeline. Armed with Little Man’s birth-date, I scrolled and searched until I found the right day and discovered this status update:
First and foremost, let’s get something out in the open: My husband does NOT launder money for a living. He’s a software engineer. I love how those respective vocations are pretty much the same thing to a seven year old.
But what this amusing childhood dialouge, memorialized on Facebook, reminded me of was how our oldest daughter hosted a playdate that very afternoon with a beloved schoolmate.
A schoolmate who was adopted as a toddler.
Who had a corrected cleft lip and palate.
Whose mother I finally mustered the courage to confide in that afternoon, when she came to retrieve her daughter, that we had also always dreamed of adopting from China (after mentally having the conversation every single day at school pick-up and drop-off in both Kindergarten & First Grade.). She was a great encouragement– and didn’t even laugh at me!
Somehow, when I felt the initial prompting to search for that date, I knew God had something special in store for me. Such a delightful “coincidence”. I love that He is All Seeing, All Knowing, Ever Present. He sees me, my family, my son.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11)