The last Thanksgiving my grandmother was alive was in 2017. She seemed so good. We did not realize that less than a month later she would leave us. Don’t get me wrong- we knew she was sick but had hope- she had always been a fighter but Lord knows even fighters get tired.  Will and I decided to start trying. I told her that we were trying that Thanksgiving-selfishly thinking that I could get pregnant quickly and she’d live long enough to meet our 2nd child. I was the one that was going to name a child after her grandmother-Adeline. It was something she and I had always discussed. And also-spoiler alert- it was the ending of the book I have always wanted to write. At the end, the character reveals she is expecting to her grandmother and that the child’s name was going to be named, you guessed it- Adeline.  Well, as we all know, life does not always go as we had planned. My grandmother passed in December of 2017, and as the year passed, no baby. We experienced a few chemical pregnancies- positive tests and then they seemed to vanish. I could hear the clock ticking- it was approaching a year since we had started trying. I was trying to control God’s timing and had to finally turn it over to him.

Finally, in January of 2018, we received another positive test. This time, it was meant to be, and I am so very thankful today- Anderson is one month old. I know that he was a gift above and specifically, from one special  lady.

It’s amazing to think of who all lived in order for us to be on this Earth. Adeline is one of the reasons my two boys are here, as well as, her husband Anderson.