Jonathan was supposed to go on a camping trip with Michael Durham, Daniel Hallum, Evan Reese, and Tyler Dougherty.
But he didn’t. A little over nine months later our son was born.
This is the way of the world. If he’d gone, maybe we’d have a baby by now, maybe we wouldn’t. Either way, there would be no Edmond. It is impossible for me to imagine such a future existing without him, and yet all it would have taken is, “I really want to go, Becca, and we can start trying next month,” and a bit more ambivalence on my part.
Instead, Jonathan stayed home with me, and we have Edmond. All the grateful prayers in the world seem insufficient.
Tomorrow, our son is twelve weeks old.