It was a beautiful day, we got out pictures and were just starting our reception when the wind started and then...rain. I had made peace the day before and knew that it was likely to rain. Ironically I had verbalized this worry months before, "What if it rains?"
I was told, "It doesn't rain in July."
Hmm...
As Christian and I greeted our guests in the wet weather I stood out in the rain in my wedding dress. I wasn't going to wear it again...and there was something very fun about being in the rain in a wedding dress.
Sometime into our reception a beautiful rainbow appeared...I called it my rainbow. It was meant for us...or so I liked to think.
Maybe our wedding day wasn't an omen, but rather symbolic...life isn't fair or easy. Though we try...we aren't perfect. Bad things happen sometimes...instead of good. Then just as all hope is lost...a beautiful rainbow...hope.
The other day it rained and an old friend came to visit...
I took a picture and looked up at it for several minutes. A smile crossed my lips as I was cheered from the presence of this beautiful sight.
I know why many angel baby mommies call the baby after their angel baby...a rainbow baby. The hope and excitement after the sorrow and longing...or the "storm."
I am yet to receive my rainbow baby...it hasn't been as easy as I would like. As I've said before...my patience level is VERY lacking. But I'm hopeful. I know someday I will get to have a baby in my arms. Apparently my Father in Heaven wants me to be more patient. So I am waiting...hoping...and trying desperately not to get discouraged...though that is a task in itself.
For now, I am grateful for the chance to be a mom of three wonderful children. Though I only hug, laugh and cuddle with two. I love them all more than I thought possible.
Someday my rainbow will come...and just as it brightened my dreary sky on my wedding day...
...maybe my rainbow might do so in my life.
