It all started 5 years ago, when I had my 3rd child, a sweet little cholicy boy named Ashton. My marriage was falling apart, and I knew I was done having children. But even though I knew I was done, I knew there was a little baby girl still up there in heaven waiting for me. I just didn’t know how I could possibly bring her into this world. So I was content with my 3 little children, and told God “I’m sorry, but I just can’t have her right now. I know you understand.”
Fast forward to 2 years ago, when my marriage failed and I was SO GLAD I stopped having children when I did. I simply couldn’t imagine being a single mom raising a newborn. This is the point in my story where you all know that I started a preschool so I could stay home with my beautiful children.
And then I met my sweet hubby. After a whirlwind courtship of just 7 weeks we were married. He became a father of 3 overnight (they know he is their stepfather but they adore him so much they call him “Dad”) but he still hoped that someday he might have a child or two of his own. Though I finally had my BODY back and so wished I didn’t have to go through the miserable weight gain again, I slowly became excited about the idea as well.
A year into our marriage, we knew it was time. And we got pregnant immediately. We were so thankful! I contemplated if this was the time that my baby girl would finally come join our family. And sure enough, at just 7 weeks along, when I saw her for the first time as a little tadpole in the ultrasound, I KNEW it was HER. Of course, the ultrasound wouldn’t prove it until 20 weeks, but I knew all along she was finally ours. And that’s when her name came to me as well. It was so beautiful, so sweet. Like it had always been her name.
So after a busy pregnancy with life flashing by quicker than we could catch up, she joined our family at 3:29 p.m. on July 7, 2010. And our life has been so much richer ever since!
Now who thinks they know her name? Her first and middle initials are S.M. Post your guesses below! Good luck!