Mothers Day 2018

There's a first time for everything. Although I almost dreaded this Mothers Day like every other the past 6 years, James came up with a new idea for how we could spend the day.

We passed the morning hours doing some things we're thankful to be able to do in this season. There may come a time when we won't always have the peaceful quiet of the sunrise... the ability to go at our own pace... the ease of sitting with the Word as the Holy Spirit whispers to our hearts. It was a beautifully, honest morning... my mind steadfastly aimed at thanking instead of mourning.

I can't tell you how refreshing it felt to embark on the day's events with full hearts to celebrate our amazing mothers and grandmothers. And have we hit the lottery with them... these women who have poured out so much to help shape, nurture, and encourage us throughout our lives. I loved being able to really be present and engage in each moment with them and our families.

Later that night, for the first time in our infertility journey, my sweet hubby gave me a shot to trigger ovulation for another round of IUI. We were nervous, I pretended to be brave, and it was over quickly. Whether this attempt works or not, this is a Mothers Day I will remember for the new step we took together... each one undeniably bringing us closer to each other and to the Lord. Do I wish we were there yet? Every. day. Would I trade what I'm learning along the way? Never. Thank you, Jesus, that the privilege of suffering yields days like this, needles and all.