Have you ever seen one of these?

I hadn't until I went out into Pepper's courtyard the other day.

It's a five-leaf clover. Four-leaf clovers... sure. I have a seven year old. We're all about finding four-leaf clovers. But FIVE???

You know I'm married to Mr. Biology (aka... Mr. Walkipedia... a,aka... Mr. Google... he knows stuff... lots of stuff about...lots of stuff). So the lesson we got out of this one was about genetics.

Now usually when he starts talking about the science behind anything at all, my totally non-scientific mind drifts to other topics, like cute furry bunnies and squirrels running through the yard.

But this time my mind landed in one of the "grrr" places instead. As he went on about genetics, I thought, hummm... here we are, thrilled enough about this genetic anomaly in a weed that I'm fighting back the dog and the seven year old so that they don't step on it before one of the big kids can run inside and get the camera so that I can take a picture.

I would have to file this one under extreme irony. I'm guessing that anyone, just about, would be thrilled to find a five-leaf clover in their yard. What are the odds?

And yet... I've had so many dear women in my life recently who have had to deal with doctors and genetic counselors and ultrasound technicians and amnio procedures and myriads of other specialists and therapists because something genetic or developmental didn't go according to "normal." And the sad thing to me is that almost all these women and their husbands had to fight their own battle with the medical profession not to clear the slate and start all over again. How sad for the medical profession.

But how amazing these families are... to choose life over convenience. And to share their sweet little ones with us. They're not mistakes to be trampled. They're blessings to be treasured. All for His glory.