I am home for Christmas for the first time in two years. I feel very nostalgic for the years I have had. Some memories...
9 - The age I first played a flute, the action that changed and shaped the rest of my life
11 years, 364 days - I got my ears pierced, I had waited my whole life and felt just awesome
14 - Worst birthday of my life, I learned EXACTLY what kind of friend I never wanted to be
16- The age when I truly understood the meaning of "heaven" and "forever"
18 - I graduated high school, moved two hours from home, and started college
19 - I fulfilled my lifelong dream of working at Lakeview, met Mark, and lost Brandon Sage
20 - Mark and I got engaged
21 - I graduated from UofL
22 - Mark and I got married and bought our first house
23 - We learned we were expecting
24 - I became a Mama
Sometimes the best times are just measured in days...
80 - The number of days old our miracle is
Last Christmas we were miserable. We had given up on trying and had just made the decision to actively begin the adoption process the following month. We knew the wait may be many years while waiting for a placement and we worried about how many more days, weeks, months, years, Christmases we would have without a little one. But at our very lowest, our very weakest, God reminded us that HE is the author and perfecter of life and that His Will will be done.
Thank you for the past 80 days and for our beautiful Christmas Blessing. We love you! Amen.