My 1st Mother's Day

My 1st Mother's Day was absolutely perfect. Part of it felt like it wasn't real. Tony and I went to church. I had fed Brady right before the service started so he was asleep. As I was sitting in the pews, I couldn't believe I was sitting there holding my 3 week old son. Our journey to have a family started almost 4 years earlier. It was such a long and winding road, with hurt, pain, tears, laughter, and finally joy. During the worship time, I could hardly keep my emotions from showing. It meant everything in the world to me to have my son in my arms. The 4 years of wait came to end in my head as I sat there holding him.

Tony and I were finally diagnosed "infertile" in August of 2008. When we got this news, I remember calling my friend Becki who had struggled with the same issues, and she said to me that everything would be okay and that Jesus had a plan. She reminded me that even though it took a long time she had the child that God wanted her to have. So, there I sat on Sunday morning of Mother's Day, in church, worshiping God, and holding the child he wanted me to have after all these years. Nothing could have been more perfect. It wasn't an easy journey by any means. However, it was a nice reminder that God does have a plan and I was holding in my arms Jesus' love for me. I am blessed.