I’ve shared in this space often about my Dreams Deferred and how I longed to be a mother. Eight years in and those years feel like a distant memory, but the pangs are still with me. Eight years of sloppy kisses, snuggly hugs, and a perfectly imperfect life.
This year was one of the best Mother’s Days ever – breakfast in bed, church with my loves, Portillo’s for lunch, a family bike ride, a much-needed nap and time with my favorites. It was a perfectly wonderful reminder of how much I am blessed, of how much I have, and how very much we have to give.
I so longed to be a mother and now I am. I could not have imagined my life any other way. If you are longing, know that I’ve been where you are and the best is yet to come.