Flying To Phoenix

On March 12, 2019 we boarded a plane to Phoenix, Arizona to be there for the birth of our son. We were excited, and trusting God, but nervous. Ashley and I were wondering what would happen next, and willing to do whatever it took to meet our son.

This morning our little boy was awake at four something this morning, not knowing we were up very early a few years earlier. This morning we were a little too sleepy to realize what day it was, but I remember it well now. That day, as well as today, we ended up at Walmart.

Only that Wal-Mart seemed like a world away. So did the hotel we ended up at. The place we were supposed to stay was not what we expected, but we ended up exactly where we should be. Ironically it was the Holiday Inn, no Bing Crosby but it was a gift to us that day.

This same place would be where we would spend the last week with Nick before flying home, literally a month later. So much happened that day and month, our lives changed for the better. What we didn’t realize is how The Lord had prepared us for that time.

Please don’t misunderstand, as parents we were scared to death, but God had put so many people in our lives to hold us in their prayers. Ashley’s Mom came with us and helped care for her baby girl while she waited for her baby boy. Of course we didn’t know whether it would be a boy or a girl, we hoped for a boy, but didn’t know.

Now our days are filled with the miraculous laughing, learning, and loving. Hearing Mommy and Daddy are literally treasures more valuable than we could have ever imagined. In 2019 we flew to Phoenix, in 2022 were still flying high with our boy!