When I was a small girl, I dreamed of my life as a mother. My four or five precious little bundles would have blonde hair and green eyes like me. In my mind's eye, I pictured myself toting two tiny ones in my arms while the others skipped around my knees.
And then one day, God planted something in my young heart that would continue to grow - slow but sure. Something that would stir up a new picture of what my future family might be.
An article in our local paper spotlighted a family I knew very well. Our pastor and his wife had three beautiful children - a biological son and two adopted daughters from Korea. I read and read and at the end, the mom, Sandy, mentioned that South Korea was open for adoptions at that time.
I stared at the large front-page photo of the two young Korean sisters and thought, I hope Korea still allows adoptions when I am old and married. I want to adopt a baby from there.
I carefully folded that article up and tucked it away for keeps. And just like that, my dream for motherhood was tweaked.
I'm not a mother to many blonde green eyed kiddos. That was not the plan for me and I'm thankful for that. Because right now I am Mama to one little boy with fabulous dark hair and the darkest, deepest eyes I've even looked into. If I believed in luck, you can betcha I'd say I'm the luckiest girl in the world.
We don't know what the future holds for our family. If we will remain three or become four or more like we hope. If babes with blue eyes or brown eyes or green eyes will shine back at us. Josh and I are blessed and thankful and if we know one thing, it's that God has a knack for making His plans pan out. And we trust Him.
I still have that newspaper article. It's folded up in a cardboard box along with a bunch of mixed tapes, red and blue ribbons, and purple binders. It's a sweet reminder, a little wink from God, and I smile because He knew all along.