3 Little Spirits

There is a story I tell my little ones of how they came to me. You see, I’ve always known, just known, that I would have three children; two girls and a boy, in that order.
I could feel them all around me – 3 little spirits – just waiting. Then it was my turn to wait. Their papa and I were finally ready for them, but they just wouldn't come to me. One day, after we’d been hoping for a baby for a long time, I was browsing through a book on Greek Mythology and I came across a name I’d never heard before.
The name. Her name. I knew in that moment that I had discovered the name of my first daughter. Two weeks later we learned that I was finally pregnant. It was as if she had just been waiting for me to find it.
Last week, my grandmother died after 101 years of glorious life. One night, a few days later, I was tucking in The Boy. In his sweet, 3-year-old voice, he told me she was a spirit now and that she could protect us, just like, “…we did when we were 3 little spirits, protecting you and Papa.”

My 3 Little Spirits (Autumn 2012)