She came when no others could.
She made us a family.
When I first became pregnant with her, I was afraid she would go away, like all the others.
I asked God for a sign.
A sign, so that I would stop worrying so much.
One day, a little girl came up to me.
I wasn’t showing. I was approaching the time when all the other babies had left my body. I was bracing myself for the pain that would surely come, as it had so many times before.
She leaned in and whispered the sweetest words I have ever heard:
You have a baby growing in your tummy.
And then she skipped away.
My whole body tingled, and all I could do was cry, for the wonder of it all.
I knew that little girl was my messenger.
All children are special.
My girl was born seven months later, and to me…..she’s not just my firstborn. To me, she’s what a miracle looks like.