I still remember the raw emotions.
Excitement, fear, worry, happiness, joy.
I still remember praying endlessly the entire 17 hours before they said “it’s time to do this.”
And then the following 4 hours of pushing.
And then the hour in the operating room.
And then the most pleading prayer of my life when you didn’t cry.
I try very hard not to care what other people think. But sometimes stereotypes and stigmas get the best of me.
So when my mom showed me a Craigslist listing for a modular home in December, I blew her off immediately. There was no way I would live in one of “those”.
Let me start by saying that I’ve been fortunate enough to have not lost anyone in the armed forces. My heart breaks for those that have. I do not write this post lightly. Please know if you have lost someone, you’re being prayed for.
To the lucky lady who marries my son,
Today is your wedding day, the day you marry the man I raised.
This is so hard for me to write and I’m not sure why.
Possibly because I’m currently swiping the hair off his forehead as he lays here sleeping.
He’s currently my 21 month old little boy.
A recent tragedy last weekend took a sister in Christ, a devoted wife, a young mama and a friend to so many much too quickly from our community. I am positive she impacted everyone who knew her, in her life and her death. My husband worked with her and says “I cannot think of another person who has impacted soooo many lives on such a deep level.”
I am humbly reminded that our time is not our own, and this place is not our home.
Let’s put it this way…I have a sweet tooth, badly. Got worse after little Charlie was born, and it hasn’t stopped yet.
I love to eat the entire tray of gluten free lemon bars in one day…and also gluten free blueberry muffins!
From one sleep deprived Mama to another.
It will be okay.
It might not seem like it now, since you’ve been up all night with the babe and now the toddler is up at 7:15am, but trust me, you’re strong and you will get through this day.