My husband and I were desperately trying to have a baby. We went to doctors, tried medical procedures and read all the information we could. I also cried a lot. My husband wanted a child very much also but he tried to tell me being the two of us was OK too. I was not convinced. On Palm Sunday morning we went to church as usual. In our church, it is tradition on Palm Sunday for the children’s choirs to process down the center aisle of the church waving palm branches. It is such a cute sight as well as spiritually uplifting. On this particular Palm Sunday morning, as I watched the children happily singing their way down the aisle, I cried for the child that I wanted to have so badly and watch walk down the aisle with a palm branch. I was sure I would never have that child. But, on the next Palm Sunday, guess what? I was pregnant! Again, I cried as the children came down the aisle of the church waving their branches high. I would soon have a child who could join them! A short 4 years later, there I was in church on Palm Sunday, again crying as the children marched and waved palm braches because there was my beautiful daughter holding her palm branch in her tiny hand and making me feel like the luckiest and most blessed person in the world. Hallelujah! Thank you Lord. Now, my daughter is 19 and I have three beautiful children. The funny thing is I still cry on Palm Sunday in church and no one knows why except for me.