I can’t even imagine what it must be like to have a birthday on the same day as a holiday. Joe said it was always hard to have his birthday on Valentine’s Day because sometimes they would be combined and celebrated as one and he would really lose the joy of celebrating a birthday.

So I have tried hard during our marriage to make February 14 special as a birthday and then we celebrate Valentine’s Day separately.

On my way home from work, I was meditating on the fact that it was indeed Joe’s birthday. I was thanking God for bringing me my perfect mate. Someone who really understands (or at least he fakes it well) and accepts me for who I am. And for anyone who knows how my mind works (and it is a scary thing) I have a tendency to drift from one thought to the next and so on like dominos lined up in a row knocking the next one down.

I thought “What if Joe had not been born? What if his mother had decided to have an abortion?” Joe would not have been born on this day 39 years ago and I would not have this wonderful man to call my husband. This thought then led to another. I have so many single friends. “What if their perfect mate was supposed to be born as well but because of an abortion, they will never know that person?”

Later that evening when I told Joe my crazy thoughts, he said “Wow, that was deep.” I don’t know if it was really deep, but it did make me sad and I began to pray that God would awaken people to the many possibilities and impacts of abortion.

Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee…[Jeremiah 1:5]