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Driving with my husband looking up into the sky today, I couldn’t help reminiscing. The bright blue sky was strewn with thick white fluffy clouds. If my elementary school memory serves me, the cloud formations are called cumulonimbus clouds. The fluffy clouds conjured up thoughts of the day I envisioned my first child would be born.
For years I pictured giving birth to a child on a day such as today. A beautiful, picturesque, sunny, cool, bright blue sky, fluffy clouded type day. In fact, if I planned my pregnancy, I wanted a March baby. March seems to be filled with those fluffy clouded days. March isn’t over inundated with other family events and obligations. However, God had a bigger plan for us. He gave me a December baby. In the end, I gave birth via c-section on a cold, dark winter day. And yet, it was the brightest, sunniest, most beautiful day of my life. Turns out I didn’t need those...
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