Happy Due Date!

Today is A & B's official due date! Lucky for us we got our hands on the little munchkins sooner, but I will always look at March 22 as a cause for celebration. We are certainly blessed beyond measure.

As I was fumbling through my nightstand looking for nursing pads earlier this afternoon, I came across a stack of sympathy cards and letters. After looking closer, I realized that I saved them after our miscarriage in December 2009. I actually don't remember getting any of them, really. I guess I was in shock and blocked them from my memory. My eyes latched onto a yellow envelope addressed to Andy and I from my grandfather...my "Mandaddy".

In case you are wondering, I was the first grandchild and created the name Mandaddy after I could not correctly pronounce Granddaddy. This name was passed along and he is now called this by all of his grandchildren. I rock.

I opened the envelope to discover a two page typed letter from my Mandaddy. I couldn't believe what I was reading.

How weird for me to come across it now, as I'm staring at the two beautiful miracles that are finally ours...and on their due date nonetheless.

I would like to share the excerpt from the letter that gave me chills and made me shake my head in disbelief. I also hope that these words give hope to someone else still fighting the infertility battle, or any battle for that matter. We are the perfect example that it is possible and WILL happen.  

Dear ones, I don't know what your mindset is at this moment and it's possible that you are mad with God about what happened. Maybe not. A lot of people would be. It would be a normal human reaction to blame God when things go wrong. I know that was my way of thinking for many years when things didn't go to my liking. Sure. He was supposed to jump every time I asked for something. After all, doesn't scripture advise "...Ask and you shall receive...".

We tend to think that God is not listening to our prayers when we don't get the answer we want. We fail to recognize that he is giving us the answer that is best for us. 

I believe with all my heart that our Heavenly Father is doing what is best for you. I believe it so strongly that each and every morning when I say three rosaries, you are remembered and I ask our Heavenly Father to allow you to have a successful pregnancy that goes full term, a safe delivery, and a beautiful child. And, deep in my heart I know He will hear and answer my prayers.

There's a most important ingredient needed at this point. Faith. If you don't have faith you are going to have an uphill climb. You've heard the expression: "Faith can move mountains." That's not just four idle words. "Faith" has done more for people in this world than anything else since God put man on this earth.

I know you are grieving and feel a hurt, but I want you to think about this. When I heard the latest news that you were no longer pregnant, I said to myself, as I do each morning when I pray, "Not our will, but Thy will be done". 

Our Heavenly Father knew me, He knew Memom, He knew you and Andy from the beginning of time. He is all knowing. He knew if something was wrong and He saw to correct it. 

You know. I've got a hunch you might have twins. They do run on my side of the family. Look out! Did somebody say quintuplets? 

You will be in my prayers until it happens, now and forever...

 Mandaddy and his twin great-grandsons. 

Rest in peace sweet Memommy...we wish you could have been sitting next to him in this picture.

Happy Due Date Boom Boom and Pow!!!