To be honest, I forgot all about the rocks and our affirmations, and the activity in general. We simply continued our lives, this crazy baby journey, and life meandered forward... That is, until right before we left for our trip to DC. I had come home from work and Bill was showing me some cute baby presents that our good friends Maureen and Andres gave us. After we opened the two gifts, Bill began to recount the story of that New Year's Eve night, where we wrote our affirmations on the rocks and placed them in the garden. He then explained that Maureen had recently been to the house and the garden where our stones were located. As she began to pick up each stone and turn them over, in an attempt to decipher what we were really thinking 2-1/2 years ago, and what we really thought might make us happy, she discovered that every affirmation was washed out, either by the sun or the rain, or just from basic wear and tear. As she came across a particular stone and turned it over, she was taken back when she clearly saw the words "BABY" printed in black permanent marker across the bottom flat surface of the rock. She picked up the only rock of which anything could be legible, and thought it befitting to gift it to us. When Bill produced the rock after telling the story, I had a moment (like I often do)...and I thought of all the things that we had gone through since I wrote on that rock...and I was so thankful. It was very, very special, and we will keep it forever...as a sign that affirmations can be powerful, a superstition sometimes should be believed in, and sometimes, just sometimes, something as simple as a rock in the dirt can make you realize that dreams can come true.
AND SO, I INTRODUCE TO YOU...THE BABY ROCK.
It stood the test of time, like we did.