The Happiest Day

It's supposed to be the happiest day of my life.
Right.
When your about to have a child, it supposed to be the happiest day of anyone's life.
Especially when you are waiting for it
When I first got the news that my wife and I were having a baby
I was ecstatic; no I should say I was in a euphoric state.

Time passed 9 months to be exact
And I found that she may not live, She had multiple organ failure;
You know—a heart, two lungs, a kidney neither of which works.
She was going to die unless they operated.

I was furious, my euphoric state was gone and I cried
And cursed the sky.

"Why her? It was me that did all those horrible things that parents wished their kids wouldn't do. Why punish her for something I did? This can't be a justified payback."

It's supposed to be the happiest day of my life,
Or anyone's life for that matter.

I spent so much time preparing, painting the walls in purple and pink...my wife's idea. So much time buying car seats, cribs, diapers, wipes, baby lotion, and those things that go along with having a baby.

I broke down thinking of all that I had done,
Then I heard a voice telling me it wasn't my fault or anyone's if you have faith it she will be okay. Beth would be okay.

That moment I thought my wife and I hadn't even thought of a name, the doctors and nurses rushed her off so fast that neither one of us had a moment to cool down or even think. Right there I knew who it was and broke down like I never had before. I cried as I prayed and prayed even more right there on the hospital floor. "Let my little girl be okay, let Beth be okay."

An hour had passed and the doctor returned from the operation to say that their wasn't anything wrong with her the tests were conclusive that she had all that they were saying, but that nothing was wrong with her. It wasn't possible it had to be a miracle.

I never forgot what had happened that day...I never will...because it was the happiest day of my life.