There are fewer things more precious than a five-week old infant wrapping their tiny little fingers around your pinkie finger.
That’s exactly the situation I found myself in on April 13 when I was in Edmonton — and not with just one baby.
My best friend and his wife gave birth to identical twin girls in early March. I couldn’t be there to celebrate this amazing life moment with them, so that was one of the reasons why I went back to God’s Country in mid-April.
I wanted to see how this family of two had transformed into a family of four in a matter of minutes in an Edmonton hospital. And, of course, I wanted to hold the most beautiful of baby girls in my arms.
To be honest, the last time I remember holding children that young was when my sister was born 15 years ago. Then again, I was able to hold her the day after she was born.
I still remember the picture my dad snapped of me holding my sister, seated beside my mom on her hospital bed. That is one memory from my childhood I keep close to my chest.
Having the opportunity to hold, make baby talk and stare into Grace and Rebecca’s big, blue eyes for a few hours, plus conversing with my friends turned parents, pulled my mind away from the realization that I didn’t have what they have.
But that’s not how I thought it would be when I was in Grade 7.
On the first day of health class we were required to submit a dream, goal, or like we had. My teacher collected each student’s response and created a worksheet we were required to “blackout.”
Nobody in the class got the coveted blackout because nobody correctly pinned my dream.
I wanted to be married by age 25.
Was it because I was a boy that nobody guessed me correctly?
My teacher forced to reveal my goal —much to the surprise of the majority of my classmates — and that prompted my face to turn red.
Skip ahead to today. My face is no longer red, but my left ringer remains as bare as it was back in Grade 7.
I recently turned 26, so that goal, which I often referred to internally as a promise to myself, was not attained.
Am I bummed about not being married?
You bet I am. It’s tough when all of your closest friends are in long-term relationships, engaged, married, or now raising their own children and you’re just your single self.
I’m not proud to admit it, but anger and jealousy are emotions I have previously expressed on account of my singleness.
I do, however, know that I’m not alone and believe there is a woman waiting for me to sweep her off her feet. It could be tomorrow, next month, next year, or beyond.
What I do know is that I have to remain patient and steadfast in my belief that the woman of dreams is still out there.
Maybe she’s in Moose Jaw. Maybe she’s in Calgary. Maybe she’s halfway around the world.
I don’t know where she is, but until then my love of journalism will have to suffice.
And as for my own children, they will have wait a couple more years, too.
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