Yesterday, Bob and Aidan were at GenCon, so Morgan and I had a girls' day of school shopping and lunch. Then she wanted to go see a movie. Now, movies are usually not my idea of fun; usually I consider them a waste of time because at the movie theater I can't multitask. Yesterday was no different, although I had seen a preview that I thought looked good. Well, she talked me into going to see The Odd Life of Timothy Green with her.
The story is about a couple who are told they cannot have children. As they are coming to terms with this fact, they make a list of all the the best qualities they would have liked their child to have, and bury it in a box in the yard. That night, Timothy appears, the embodiment of all they had wished for in their child. Over a few short months, they come to know and love him, but soon he must go back to the earth from which he came. The story ends with the couple adopting a little Asian girl named Lily.
The end of the movie made me realize that God had brought me to this movie for a reason. I had not thought about little Abigail all summer, and He was reminding me of my failure to do so. I need to keep her at the forefront of my heart until she is home with us. I had much trouble controlling my tears as the movie ended.
