Premature birth

I was thinking about how lucky I am and that I always say it is because I was born on the 7th. Uh, but I didn't have much to do with it. Well, then I thought Mary was born on the 7th, too. That is when the connection was made and it was like fireworks went off in my mind with regard to preemies.

Both Mary and I were born early. I joked about it being a result of my independent and anxious nature. Now, I realize a thing that I noticed before regarding women who are barren but, then miraculously concieve. That child was dileberate and purposeful, more so than any other. Both Mary and I did not just come as we were expected to as planned by science/nature. We came according to our own plan. Unexpected arrivals atleast can be speculated as diliberate or intended, as if there was a plan all along.

Because I am a Mormon, I formed a strange way of thinking about it. We believe that we lived as spirits hapily in a spirit world before coming to this one. I believe that I had already fallen in love. And when my significant other (as we put it) left for earth I was overly zealous to get there, too. I had not acknowledged this before, though.

When I met Brandall Brawner, he was older and had been born in October, so it made a bit of sense to me, as I was too although I was scheduled to be born around decemberish. But, what really got me (and I was very cautious and skeptical of odd motives as the time). He said that he felt as if he recognized me, and wondered if I ever felt that I knew someone before and felt the need to hug them or sort of celebrate. Then he asked if he could please, hug me. How Romantic, huh? Whoever is lucky enough to end up with him forever is so fortunate. I still love him so much, though, it is not good to be just in love with someone who is not in love back. So, I am glad that he was so wise to let me go.

Anyhow, so I think both Mary and I have more reason to claim we are lucky as a result of the day we were born than others because of our premature, unplanned by science, births.