It was our last day at the ranch after an indescribably fun weekend.
The cars were packed, the house was clean, and we were waiting for the boys to return
from a shooting excursion.

As I packed the last of my belongings into the car, I spied a little pink box squished beneath the seat. One pregnancy test left from a multi-pack. Inspired mostly by boredom, I decided to give it a whirl. I'm the queen of pregnancy tests. I take them all the time. And I never, ever get the double lines I'm looking for.

I looked at the test after one minute, and saw that it was just one line. Oh well, just what I expected. But all of a sudden a very faint second line began to appear. I thought it was a mistake. I ran downstairs to find my sisters. "Is this to faint to count?"

"No." Maggie assured me. "You are definitely pregnant!"

That sentence put me into shock. This is something I have wished for, dreamed about for so long.

Moriah immediately started crying, and soon we were all three huddled in an embrace, sobbing.

My sisters had all suffered with me, when I was in pain, through my surgery and recovery, and now they were here to experience my joy.

I will never forget that moment.

Soon after, we devised a plan to reveal the news to Brandon. As soon as the boys were home, we called him into the kitchen. My 2-year-old nephew was told to give his uncle a "present."
He walked very slowly to "Uncle Bunny" as he calls him, and handed over the pregnancy test.

A huge smile erupted across his face, and he hugged me as tight as he could. Finally.

So even though I am only 5 weeks pregnant, I am already all aglow with excitement.
I can't wait to experience every part of this pregnancy.

I am so thankful for Jesus' perfect timing. I couldn't be happier.