A year ago, I remember randomly wondering if we would have any more children. Our son had just had his first birthday, and the year had flown. I reflected upon what a surprise and miracle he was to my husband and me. We are both extreme planners in many ways, however as much as both of us desired children, we stayed away from much planning in that area. On my end there was fear of being disappointed if God’s plans were different than my own. There was fear of being unable to have children (based on a medical diagnosis at age 20) or realizing that my body could not handle a pregnancy and being heartbroken. There was a deep love for caring and teaching children that I’ve had since I was a young girl. I pushed it aside because it was such a deep love that I didn’t want to mess anything up.
