Welcome to Holland - Emily Perl Kingsley
"It's like this...when you're goiing to have a child, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip--to Italy.  You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans.  The Colosseum.  The Michelangelo David.  The gondolas in Venice.  You may learn some handy phrases in Italian.  Its' all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives.  You pack your bags and off you go.  Several hours later, the plane lands.  The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say.  "What do you mean Holland?  I signed up for Italy!  I'm supposed to be in Italy.  All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan.  You've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important this is...they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease.  It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guidebooks.  And you must learn a whole new language.  And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place.  But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and begin to notice that Holland has windmills.  Holland has tulips.  Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there.  And for the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that 's where I was supposed to go.  That's what I had planned."
But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland."

I make plans and they never work!  Ask my mom!  She will tell you that when I say "I had a plan" it is usually followed by "and it failed me!"  I was never supposed to be where I am right now.  I was supposed to be married with 2 kids and maybe one one the way.  We would live somewhere where the sun shined all of the time and my house was full of light.  I was supposed to be somewhere else.  I go on facebook and everyone else seems to be where I was supposed to be: Italy.  But I am in Holland.  I have been here for a while looking at those people who went to Italy.  It's time I start enjoying Holland and seeing what is has to offer me.  As far as I can see, this is where I am supposed to be.  I am supposed to meet these people and do whatever I am meant to do here.  Not in Italy, but Holland.  So, wake up Holland!  Because Marti is coming to visit!