May 15 was Jason's birthday (you're 26 dude!) and he spent it in the hospital—just overnight because he was dehydrated and they needed to make sure he was up to his portion of the IVF process... the ever–dreaded TESE (no comment. look it up).
To celebrate his birthday we ordered takeout from PF Changs, because it's Jas' very fave and because when birthday-boy is also hospital-boy he pretty much gets whatever he wants.
After devouring the delish Chinese dinner we each took our fortune cookies.
I cracked mine first. It read:
"You will soon be going on a fun road trip with friends or family."
I said that sounded like it could maybe be in a U-Haul... all the way to Duke?... No? Alright, whatever, I ate the cookie anyway.
Then Jason cracked his. It read:
"You will soon witness a miracle."
And nobody really said anything for a second—the simple message ringing in our ears.
I think the real lesson here is: expensive Chinese food equals much better fortunes.
Or maybe: sometimes our fortunes can be told in cookies? maybe all the prayer and support and faith and worry and love and work will lead to a happy miracle at the end of this, our biggest adventure yet.
Something told me it was so.
In any case that fortune found its home by my sweet penguin friends on my desk. And I think I'll be hanging on to it for a while...