All this waiting for our fate to be decided has gotten me thinking. How much of my present situation is my doing? How did I get to where I am today?

I never thought growing up, that I would go on a mission. Was sure that I wouldn't once I had grown up. I met a guy prepping to go on a mission and thought- "I could totally do that." So I ended up in Italy. I met people, learned a language- but the country wasn't my decision.

I thought, in 2002, that I was marrying someone who wanted to be a musician. We met doing a musical, started dating after he wrote me a song, courted while participating in two choirs, and took voice lessons from the same teacher. I foresaw duets, serenades, and guitar lessons. A couple of years later, I found out I married someone who wanted to be a doctor. Two whole duets and seven years later cut to a husband at the kitchen table practicing stitches on a pig foot.

About ten months after Mia was born, we realized that if we started on our next baby right then, he/she would arrive before we moved to med school (then, like now, we only knew the time frame, not the state.) Yeah- Mia would still be young, but we'd have family around for support, I'd be familiar with my doctor, and our first two kids would be from our home state and really good buddies growing up. Six months later, cut to Zach and I half laughing half crying as the ultrasound tech started the session by saying "Weeellll, over here's the head of the first baby..."
We didn't choose Ohio either. When it came down to it, there was one option for med school, and it was OSU.
Kind of feels like I've been part of a tossed salad, bouncing around and landing in random places. Yet, here we are. Healthy. Happy. Hopeful. I've met some friends who I don't know how I ever could have done without, and who will now be a part of my life forever.
Where would I be if I'd been able to plan everything?
Lately Anya and Bree have been running around exclaiming "It's my lucky day! Hey- it's your lucky day!"
I kind of believe them.