Oh my ranting.

After a some what frustrating encounter with someone I willingly deemed an "idiot" this weekend, Chris got the short end of the stick, as we were "stuck" in our car for the next two hours with me fuming, crying, and passionate as ever.

I want to make something very clear.

Children are miraculous.

The simple fact that people can even get pregnant is miraculous.

The fact that women actually can carry a child 40 weeks is miraculous.

Labor. Birthing. Miraculous.

Sex actually makes a HUMAN!? MIRACULOUS.

As in, oh my gosh, that is a MIRACLE.

A MIRACLE.

A child is actually grown inside a human.

And when the mother, and the child, survive: THAT IS A FREAKING MIRACLE.

And it will be. every time a child is born, it will be. And every time, heaven help, a child doesn't die before it makes it, it will be. And every time a child is conceived, it will be.

Do you understand that? Can you really wrap your head around the idea about the modern miracle that procreation is?

It is not something that just happens.

And when you act like it's just no-big-deal, like you just created life, as easy as it was to tie your own shoes, it makes me want to vomit. It shakes me to my core. And it hearts my heart. And my soul.

God only knows why you were made a parent, as only he knows why he granted me two miracles, but the fact of the matter is that, by God, you created a child.

It was not random.
It was not by chance.
It was not a mistake.

So the next time that you refer to this miracle that is occurring, before our very eyes, try not to sound like such an ungrateful, immature, undeserving, selfish, spoiled little child.

Because seriously...

Children are miraculous.