The “Rule of 3” is active in my life once again. Actually, the rule has been in a bit of overdrive this past week – but today I’ll focus on just one of the many instances I could cite.
A work colleague is adopting a baby internationally; and today I learned (completely by ‘happenstance’) that she and her husband are leaving on a plane tomorrow pick up their daughter. In a few weeks, all three of the individuals in this situation will return as a family; and to know that a previously ‘unwanted’ (or, maybe more accurately, unable-to-be-cared-for) baby is being united with two loving adults who desperately want a child deeply touches my heart.
Later this afternoon I received news that another work colleague had their first baby today! To see pictures of a brand-new, still pink and bleary-eyed, tiny new life is truly profound. And again, to know that this completely dependent, innocent, 100% ‘pure’ entity is surrounded by such forces of unimaginable protection and unspeakable love – it’s almost overwhelmingly beautiful.
Early this evening I took a walk, and I chose a path I don’t often follow. And wouldn’t you know it, not even ten minutes into my stroll, I came upon this sight:
Two new little beings have blessed us with their presence in this great big society we all share. I don’t know the parents who live at the home that has the yard that held these signs; but I felt a lot of joy in simply being aware of their joy.
My sweetie and I don’t have children, and (barring some truly demonstrative act of God) we never will. And while I sometimes wonder ‘Why not?’ and ‘What if?’, I always rejoice in the elation, jubilation, and celebration of new life. Welcome to the world little ones – I’m delighted you chose to join us.