Lemme tell ya...
I'm pretty sure it's easier working for people who don't need diaper changes and feedings and 24/7 entertainment.
Just kidding. Kind of...
Some of you who follow me on Facebook know we invested in a double-stroller.
I LOVE the double-stroller! If I could kiss the person who made the double-stroller, I would. Truly. It's genius.
The other day, as the sun was beaming down and a breeze was blowing gently across the river, I turned a corner toward the local park, and I just stopped.
Smack dab in the middle of the sidewalk, I stopped.
I looked down at two little girls soaking up the sunshine and fresh air.
And tears started welling up in my eyes.
How did this happen?
Two years ago, I thought I would never be a mother.
And now I am.
How was I deemed worthy to be chosen as the mother of two beautiful girls?
How have we went from a family of two to a family of FOUR in two years?
Tears started trickling out the corner of my sunglasses.
And feelings of gratitude and joy overwhelmed me in that moment.
I took a deep breath.
God's plans for my life were certainly greater than my own.
Suddenly Olivia spotted a goose.
"Honk-Honk! Honk-Honk!" she yelled excitedly.
Then I snapped back to reality and realized the two people at a nearby picnic table were probably wondering what the hell was happening with a 20-month old "honking" from a double-stroller stopped in the middle of a sidewalk by a weeping mother.
Everything's okay, people. Everything's okay...
Anyway, I share this story because I know sometimes it's easy to lose hope.
Sometimes it's easy to take what we have for granted.
And sometimes, it's okay to just stop, breathe and soak in the goodness around us -- even if we look like we've completely lost our minds in the middle of a bike trail.
To My [Infertile] Friend