November 17, 2016 by CassieCravings
Several years ago, I bought a set of stocking holders. They came in a set of four. At the time we were a family of three who wanted desperately to be a family of four. Before I bought them, I stood in the bustling Christmas aisle still and reluctant. I didn’t want the reminder of our incomplete family, especially not at Christmas. Yet I couldn’t quite let go of the hope of someday hanging a stocking on that little caboose.
I bought the set with the four trains. Every Christmas when I pulled out train cars one through three, I would gingerly hold the fourth in my hand and pray that next Christmas would be the year it would also be displayed. Christmas after Christmas after Christmas went by. I prayed the same prayer. I held onto the same hope.
This year, as we set up for another Christmas season, the little caboose was again lifted from it cardboard nesting. This year I prayed a different prayer. I pressed it to my chest and whispered an emotional thank you.
This year the caboose is displayed with the others. This year we will have our baby. He is due on Christmas Eve, which seems so wonderfully fitting.