a happy happy birthday

Trey turned 2 on October 4th.  It was a happy day.

He was born 22 days after our first anniversary. To some {or maybe to many} that may seem pretty quick timing to add a baby to the mix, but we know he was supposed to come exactly when he did.

Our "plan" was to wait a couple years to start having children, but about a month after we were married I started feeling like we should have one sooner. We JUST got married so I tried to put the thought out of my mind, but I couldn't. After a month of trying to ignore it, I brought it up with Brock. We talked about it, and prayed about it, and well, we came to conclusion that if we were pregnant at that moment we would be really quite (ecstatically!) happy. Two months later I was pregnant. And we were very, very happy. We told our families and they were also very happy.

A couple weeks later Brock's mom, Lawnee, passed away. And then I knew why this little baby was supposed to come so quick. Feeling his little kicks and hiccups every night, buying tiny baby things, planning our future as a family of three, knowing that families are forever... during a time when it was hard to be, he made us happy.

As I watched Trey, surrounded by family, try to sing "happy birthday" along with everyone, I thought of how so very true that statement was.

Trey, since the day we knew you were coming you have made us happy.