We started out happy. Ecstatic. Elated.
In those very early days where we met and we dated.
We couldn't believe we found what they call,
Eternal soul mates, forever and all.
We dated, got engaged and eventually married,
We promised each other's hearts would be carried.
And everything went according to plan,
Until I held that horrible letter in my hand.
"You can't produce a child"; the words cut like a knife.
And I hated what those very words did to my wife.
We had plans and dreams which were supposed to come true,
And without a little baby we didn't know what to do.
So we picked up our dreams, back off of the ground,
And pursued other options until we had found,
A clinical way to still have our little one,
But that course ran out after five years and some.
It just wasn't God's plan, he had different thoughts,
For there were children that needed parents, and lots.
So we put biology to rest, and took faith in our flight,
And were led down a road shined upon by God's light.
And although we never knew what any of that meant,
We stared ahead at a little island called St. Vincent.
The little piece of land where our baby will come from,
Who will call me their Dad and call Desiree their Mum.
We will fly over there and bring them back to this place,
Where so many loved ones can't wait to see their face.
Needless to say we're pleased with this road God created,
And once again we're happy. Ecstatic. Elated.
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