Three years ago today was my parents’ 38th wedding anniversary.
That morning, Zach and I got up early and drove to the hospital. We headed for the outpatient radiology department and waited nervously. When it was our turn, I changed into a paper gown and got up on the exam table. The technician began to do her job, while I gripped Zach’s hand.
whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
The beautiful sound of Zoey’s heartbeat on the ultrasound, accompanied by the image of her tiny, perfect beating heart.
Words can’t express how I felt in that moment. I started to cry, because I knew, I could finally let myself believe, that she was going to be ok. I was going to get to keep this baby. I had read that after five weeks pregnant if baby measured within an appropriate range and had a detectable heartbeat, your risk of miscarriage dropped to below 10%. Zoey was measuring perfect (although already she was breech).
After the ultrasound, Zach took me to a small cafe for a cinnamon roll that I had been craving but I was feeling a bit too queasy to enjoy it. We got back in the car and I didn’t pay any attention to where we were going. The next thing I knew, we were parking the car at the arboretum. It was gray and a bit drizzly outside, so Zach opened an umbrella and asked me to go for a walk with him. We meandered through the muddy trails of the park, enjoying the perks of living in the evergreen state; even in the dead of winter, everything was still lush and green.
Eventually, Zach stopped our walk near the only blooming flowers to be found, something small and purple. He handed me the umbrella and I turned to look at the flowers closer. I turned back to look at Zach when he said my name, and found him kneeling, in the mud and the rain, holding something beautiful and sparkly out to me.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
A single day so truly wonderful as the one I had three years ago today comes once in a lifetime. On that day I was promised everything I had ever wished for. Those promises were kept and I am truly the most blessed, and grateful woman in the world.