Most of you know that Mark and I have been eagerly expecting our first three grandchildren: from Sarah and Chris, Jake and Beka, and David and Nikki. Today I went to the Hallmark store to look at cards. I wanted two specific cards, and I found them.
One I will happily give to Jake and Beka at Beka's baby shower this coming weekend, the other I mailed to Sarah and Chris. One expresses great joy as we celebrate an impending adoption, the other expresses deep sorrow as we mourn another miscarriage for Sarah.
Three babies, three much-anticipated grandchildren, and all so immeasurably precious. One we will hopefully cuddle very soon, another we will cuddle in April. But the third little one we must now wait longingly to cuddle until we arrive in Heaven. All three babies so longed for, so prayed for, so wanted. SO LOVED.
We rejoiced and cried with happiness for Jake and Beka when they announced their plan to adopt a tiny little guy in Ethiopia, and we rejoiced and cried with equal happiness when David and Nikki, and then Sarah and Chris, announced they were pregnant and were also expecting our grandchildren.
And then we cried again this past weekend, this time with grief, when we learned that the sweet precious baby Sarah was carrying was no longer living within her body.
Three dear, dear babies. And so today, I bought cards for two of our kids and their spouses. One celebrating new life, the other mourning a death. Both cards tucked neatly together in the same envelope as I left the store. And I sat in my car and I cried.