So...this song. I played it a lot after our last miscarriage. Which was about last week, 6 years ago. It was the 5th one, and the hardest. We were going for weekly ultrasounds where we watched things go from iffy, to promising, and then watched and listened as the heartbeat of another hoped for brother or sister for Parker, slowed, became irregular, and faded away. I had a Well Woman check up this morning, and those appointments are always some level of painful as I sit in the waiting room, remembering all the times I had to come get blood drawn for weeks, to check hormonally whether my babies were all the way gone before we could think about maybe trying again. I treated myself to some Chick-n-Minis for surviving the visit, and as I sat there, this song came on. This song. Parker is our Beautiful Thing. She was number 2 out of 6, and is apparently a miracle child. Our rainbow baby.