You may not remember, but on this very day last year it was not raining, but SNOWING. I remember it clearly because my feet were too fat to fit into any of my shoes and I had to wear flip flops in that wet, cold snow. To go prepare emergency sub plans at school, no less. While having contractions every 5 minutes or so. I pretty much HATED the snow that day. And I pretty strongly disliked this state where it is capable of snowing on May 24. I'm sorry, but it's true, and I can't deny it. Jared drove me to the hospital that snowy May morning where I was promptly admitted to one of only two remaining delivery rooms. It was only 10:00 am. The nurses said they had never seen the delivery rooms fill up that fast. You see, apparently something about the low pressure a sudden snowstorm creates can put women into labor. I still don't know what any of that means, but the nurses said it was true. They said so, and I tell you those rooms were full of babies making their way into the world in a hurry. One of those babies was mine. A whole month early.
By the end of that snowy May day one year ago, I heard the sweet, tiny cry of my very own son for the very first time. I held him in my arms, and I held him close. I stared into his precious tiny face and marveled at every single finger and toe of his 5 lb 4 oz body. I kissed the perfect, soft cheek of this creature that belonged to me. I memorized everything I could about my perfect baby boy and kept his picture in my mind all night as I lay in bed. Long disappeared from my mind were my swollen feet, or my lesson plans, or the snowy weather. The snowy weather that those nurses said brought babies.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that sometimes good things DO come from stormy May days. Sometimes, even great things come from them.
