I was walking with the babies yesterday afternoon. We were walking down a lush, green tree-lined neighborhood street right after the rain. You could still smell the rain in the air, and I was hoping that a nearby thunderstorm would decide not to cross our path while we were out.
While we were walking, I couldn't help but to think back a couple of years at the things that I had prayed for. I prayed for a home in a good neighborhood with a yard - an affordable home that would allow me to stay home with my children. I prayed for a baby - a perfect little combination of Jason and me, someone that I could love for the rest of my life and pour myself into, the first of hopefully a few (maybe two or three) children.
Now, here I am 2 years later, walking down a tree-lined street on a weekday afternoon, pushing my double stroller, with the two most beautiful babies I have ever seen. God is good. He answers prayers. I have two living pieces of evidence right here in my family room.