She dreamed of a man who worked hard, loved Jesus and lived a life of service. One who would desire a women and three beautiful babies to walk through life with.
Each night praying for him, not by name but with descriptors. Every morning awaking hopeful hearted that today he would appear.
One day it was as if it all made sense.
The man in the pew in front of her with his own three beautiful babies.
The Sunday’s spent watching as he patted heads, tenderly held hands and shepherded souls though mass.
Grateful that she had not missed it.
Through the loss, her God had led her here.
Now nearly two years since that date, she can hardly remember a moment he wasn’t a part of her peace.
As he turns the page to 40 she dares to dream what 40 more will look like by his side.
The babies they will raise.
The mountains they will climb.
The love that will be multiplied.
Tonight she will thank God for answered prayers, for her hallelujah.