I hung out with Tracey, one of my favorite people and who I consider one of my best friends, this weekend. I've known Trace since, oh, probably pre-school. She's been one of my best friends though probably since some time in high school. She's one of the ones where we don't see eachother often, but we can pick up like no time has passed. Those are the good ones.
Anyway... We were talking about marriage and kids and life and wondered how we got here. It seems like yesterday we were freshman in high school. And now, we're coming up on the 10 year reunion. How does this happen? We were talking about the crazy turns life takes and how we dealt with it. Trace has now been married for 5 years and they've been trying to have kids for the past 2. They just recently found out they couldn't have kids. After much thought and prayer they decided to adopt, BUT they're adopting embyros. This way she can carry the baby herself. It's not a guarentee though. The implant is happening in a few days. I'm excited, and nervous for them. We talked about the disappointment of not being able to have children. And I have to admit, I've had this thought about myself serveral times. First, for some reason I've just had this feeling that I won't be able to. I don't know why. And then second, I've been feeling more and more over the past few months that I'm running out of time. I talked about this with Alyssa when I visited NC. She assured me I have plenty of time, that maybe I know my future husband already, that I may just have to not wait 5 years to make it happen, or just not have the 4+ kids I wanted. I appreciate these thoughts, and I try not to get stuck on how I think it should happen. Trace is a perfect example of this, isn't she? Life throws curve balls. You gotta go with it.
And I can't wait to see what happens in Trace's situation... I have a feeling it's gonna be pretty amazing. She's good people. I wanna be like her when I grow up.
And I really shouldn't complain. Life does go easy on me most of the time. But sometimes I get emotional and can't help but cry, "When is it my turn?"
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