There is a video about a couple that made me cry. While I am a sucker for stories about how people fell in love, this one is more than that. It pivots around a conversation between a ten year old boy and God, in which the boy is given both the image of his future daughter with olive skin and brown eyes, and her name. 

Chloe. 

Walt and Anne grow up next to each other their whole childhood, and eventually realize that their affection has blossomed into true love. In one of their conversations about starting a family, they are stunned to find that they have both picked the same name.

Chloe.

But in the years after marriage, no baby comes. Their faith in God is deep, yet infertility juxtaposed with a deep desire for children feels cruel. Anne is bitter. Every friend who gets pregnant is another jab to her emptiness. 

Gradually they soften to the possibility of adoption, as a way of becoming parents. Then one day a woman chooses them to raise her baby, and they meet for the first time. She is a woman with olive skin and brown eyes. Tentatively, the birth mother tells them the name she has felt her daughter should have. 

Chloe. 

What Anne and Walt realize is that God had been creating this plan since long before this conception, long before the infertility, even before their vows were spoken. While they railed against Him for denying them a child, He was orchestrating the longer strategy.