This is one of my favorite songs.Â I know I’ve shared it before here.
The chorus is:
When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun;
We see what we’ve become — two of the lucky ones.
Every time I listen to this song, I think that yes, we are.Â We are two of the lucky ones.Â We’ve had more than our fair share of bad luck.Â But I also feel like we’ve had more than our share of good luck.Â I realize every day that there are plenty of people who never get to have even one baby.Â The fact that Elizabeth is here is…lucky.Â We fought to have her and won.Â That was even something Matt and I said to each other after the horrible ultrasound where we found out Luke was dead- “we’ve already won.”
I know very well that there are lots of people who don’t have to struggle to have a baby and never lose one and they do realize what a gift children are and how lucky they are.Â But there are a lot that don’t realize that too.
And I wonder- which kind of person would I have been?Â What would I have been like if I my soul hadn’t had to cry and bleed for this?Â Would I have known?