Who needs the birds and the bees anyway?

I was out the whole of yesterday, setting up a party and by the time I was on the way home, I found myself having really missed Emma and Ben. It's a good feeling. Sometimes we all need a bit of a break from each other, to renew, regenerate and resuscitate our love for one another. Not that I ever stop loving them. But sometimes I don't like them. There. I said it. 

Being a little unit, we go through the ebbs and flow like any relationship. We have our good days and bad, we have moments where we can't get enough of each other and then there's times where a minute feels like a lifetime. Like all siblings (I hope), they have this lovehate relationship which drives me insane. They're either causing chaos as a team or nearly throttling one another. 

Anyway, I digress. I got home and they weren't there. They were next door and I could hear their shrieks of delight as they played and by the time they walked in the back door, they were as happy to see me. 

Everything just seemed to run smoothly. Bath time was a breeze. Supper time was super. Bedtime was a blast, with a story and lots of hugs and kisses. Ben fell asleep almost instantly but Emma, Emma wanted another story. 

She wanted to hear the story of how we found her. She loves it. And she wants different versions. In casual conversation I sometimes mention her tummy mommy, in case there comes a day she realizes she's adopted (said with tongue firmly in cheek) and we talk about where babies come from. Not so much the how they got there, more the way they come out. Emma announced the other day that she thinks she might want a baby from heaven and not 'the normal way'. She doesn't think a baby would fit through her belly button.

Our neighbour is expecting a new baby and Emma knows it's in her tummy and that he'll be here in the next few weeks. What I'm trying to say, in a very long winded way, is that she kind of knows babies don't fly down on a cloud, from heaven. But in our stories of 'Finding Emma' that's one of the versions. And she loves it!

So last night, again, she wanted to know how we found her in the garden. She wanted the details of who went outside  and how did we know she was there. And she wanted to know if she had clothes on and whether she had wings. She asked if she was lying on the grass or on a bed of flowers.

I told her I had heard her giggles as she played with the fairies in the garden and I sent her dad outside to see where the noise was coming from. I said it was dark outside so Mark called for me to fetch a torch but I didn't need one. As I walked outside I could see a little glow on a patch of flowers and I knew my baby had arrived. 

"I had prayed and prayed for a long time for a baby girl."

"Like five days long?" She asked. "

"More like five years long" I said. 

"You know why it took so long?" She asked me. "Because the angels and I looked and looked in all the gardens, through all the windows, to find the best mom and dad for me."

I think I found my new favourite story, how Emma found us.