For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of having a minivan full of kids.
Don't get me wrong...it is not like the minivan is my dream car.
No, the dream was being able to fill up a vehicle with four or five beautiful little children.
Back in October of 2005, I was feeling like that dream would never become a reality. We had struggled through years of infertility and about a year waiting to adopt, and my spirits were really low. I was starting to lose hope that any more children would make their way into our home.
(not that I wasn't incredibly grateful for Meghan and Rachel...) 
Then
everything started to change with one early morning phone call...
Shae: Um, Shell? I got in a little accident on the way to work.
Michelle: (a bit shaken up) Are you ok?
Shae: It isn't bad. I'm fine.

It
was bad.
In fact, the cinnamon roll Shae had been eating when he was hit was now plastered to the rear window.
(I love the guy in the background checking out the damage.)

That was when our luck started to change for the better.
Lucky me....I got a new car. 
Lucky me...just two months later, I was driving home from the hospital with joyful tears streaming down my cheeks. I was living my dream...driving home a minivan full of children...
my beautiful children.

Dreams do come true.