Our Dream Come True: Barrett meets Baker - Barrett's Birth Story (Part Two)

There are few days in my life that stand out above the rest.

The day I was saved by His great grace.

The day I wound up in Bryant Denny stadium sitting beside a cute freshman,

with a beard that would make a grown man jealous

and hair so wavy it made all the girls swoon,

and our Roll Tide romance began.

Let me just pause for a moment of silence over that hunk of a creature.

Hubba. Hubba.

The day that same good looking fella met me at the end of the aisle and

put a ring on my finger. Feeling like the happiest girl in the world,

I said I Do to my best friend and got me a forever date.

The day we welcomed our Baker Boy into our hearts and first experienced the consuming love of a mother and a father.

On the third Friday in May, we met Barrett.

When he was placed on my chest, and I peered into his slate gray eyes,

I knew my life would never be the same.

If the day had stopped there, I would have gone to sleep an incredibly blessed woman, the mother of two precious gifts, and the wife of their adoring daddy.

But it didn't.

God, in his infinite goodness, had even greater plans for our day.

Ones that left us praising Him alone.

I had dreamed of this day.

Brian and I had discussed a baby with Baker.

Against his daddy's wishes, we got him a baby doll, Baxter.

Instinctively, he nurtured, and loved, and fed, and diapered, and dressed him.

We talked about the baby growing in mommy's tummy.

We sat in Barrett's rocking chair and dreamed of the day my lap would hold another.

Baker couldn't wait to for the day he could read Little Blue Truck to his little brother and watch me wipe the predictable tears as I read Love You Forever for the billionth time.

Dreams come true.

That's what we hope for.

But this time, the dream fell far short.

When Baker first laid his eyes on Barrett, it was more perfect than any dream foretold.