But today, we get to make a choice. There is no way a lesbian couple will ever accidently attempt to bring a child into the world. And I am unquestionably on board with this decision. I'm excited, terrified and already thoroughly in love with whatever our outcome will be.
Yet I am also apprehensive. There are a million how, what if questions buzzing in my brain and gnawing at the edges of my stomach. Maybe it's because I'm older that these questions seem louder and more obnoxious. When I was younger I would just jump in with both feet and know that I would figure it out as it came. Now I want to see down the road just a little farther than my little flashlight will illuminate.
So, today I make a choice. It's one of those moments that is holy because I am conscious that, along with God, we are choosing to attempt to be co-creators of life. And we make that choice with love and faith and a community of friends and family who love and support us.
And really, what else do we need? The money and the diapers and the sleepless nights will take care of themselves, if it is meant to be.
When you come to the end of all the light you know, and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: Either you will be given something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly.