I love this part...

One Tuesday morning, shortly after my 20 week scan with baby Donny, I was supposed to be somewhere but I just wanted to stay home. I grabbed a cup of tea, and sat down to read a post from my favorite blog. It was a post about seeing the beauty in someone for who they are, specifically in that post, about the beauty of a child with a cleft. The smiles in the photos truly were beautiful.

For the first time I saw a cleft lip as something beautiful. I saw the beauty in the smile even though it was different from our idea of perfect.

It wasn't even moments later that my phone rang. My midwife (an incredible woman who I was able to see with all three of my pregnancies) called to tell me that my baby was healthy, and a little boy. There was something else that we needed to know though, the ultrasound showed that he had a cleft lip.

Wow. I felt like God had prepared me for this moment. Oh how he loves us. I cried, I cried like any mother would when they learn that their child will need to feel pain. Surgery again. We had already been through one with Bud, and we were already preparing to go through it again with our adopted baby, but the reality of it still hurt. Our precious baby. Would I be able to nurse him? Would people make fun of him? What would surgery be like? Oh I felt so protective of this little one that we had not yet met. But I also laughed. Seriously? I had just been marveling over the beauty of a cleft smile only moments before! I had complete confidence that we could handle this. I was curious about this little boy that I could feel wiggling around inside of me.

When we got to see our little guy on his birth day, we felt so blessed, very prepared, and just incredibly head over heels in love. But who wouldn't be. He was adorable if I can say so myself!