Those of you who follow my blog know that we call Lily Baker our rainbow. It's simple. Just as God sent Noah the rainbow after the flood to promise he would never flood the Earth again, God sent Lily Baker to us after the darkest storm of our lives as a promise that our family would be okay.
Lily Baker usually doesn't go to school on Mondays, but I had to do some freelancing this morning, so she went. When I looked at her calendar, I smiled. Rainbows! They were learning about rainbows today! And if I hadn't worked, she would have missed it.
So we took off her rainbow pajamas and she put on her rainbow shirt (I'm telling you - she's serious about being our rainbow!) for school. Once we arrived, I asked her teacher if I could talk to her for a moment.
I wanted to tell her that we call LB our rainbow and why, because I knew when Ms. Debbie started teaching about rainbows LB would let her know "I'm a rainbow!" and I wanted her to understand the story behind it.
As I started to tell the story, I got a lump in my throat and my eyes filled with tears. And I realized that three and a half years later, I am so profoundly impacted by our rainbow. I am so incredibly grateful that God gave us a chance to have Lily Baker.
Even though this strong-willed, bull-headed child frustrated me to the nth degree this morning (hmmm, let's see where do I start? The fit she threw when AC needed to borrow her yellow socks, the fit she threw because the rainbow shirt she really wanted to wear was dirty, crawling back into her car seat when I got her out at school because "I want to do it all by myself!") I am so in love with her I can't see straight.
Three years later, that little rainbow just glows brighter. God's promise to our family that, despite the pain, we are going to be okay.
Lily Baker is proof of that.