Vision

Before my second daughter was born, I thought I wanted two children. That would be magical. Then, after she arrived, I realized I’d been wrong. Anyone who knows me well knows that I wanted to add a third child to our family—in a big way! I then knew that indeed the number was three!

I was absolutely set on it--only in the way you can be when you desire something that is not necessarily entirely up to you. My vision: a third child. If God was willing, I was beyond willing. Just one small detail: I needed to make sure my husband signed on, too.

You see, as passionately as I desired a third, my husband was quite settled in our life with our two fabulous daughters. I knew I needed to set some strong intention. And that I did. I posted a picture of a small boy kissing his mom’s pregnant belly on my vision board. Talked about it incessantly with my closest friends. (Thank you, Lisa, for listening to what may have seemed like a one-way diatribe. I admit it often was.) I visualized him—yes, I felt strongly that a boy was meant to be here. Wrote about it. Talked about it some more. Felt it. I did it all.

My husband signed on.

And my vision materialized. Life blessed me a third time with my third child. A boy. James Cole Hyland joined us a year ago this week! I still squeal that I got him --against odds and the dictates of logic.

What I know for sure: crystal clear, laser-focused dreams, intentions and visions move mountains. What visions dance in your head?