Saturday was the best day I’ve had in ever so long. So much so that I’m fairly certain I told my husband how content and overjoyed I was nearly 20 times as we sat together and wound down from the busyness of the day.
Yesterday we celebrated three years of our oldest, our daughter Noelle.
The more I stop and really see my children the more overwhelmed I am with how much beauty God poured into each of them. My Noelle is fully of curiosity, joy and compassion. She was given a doctor play set by her grandma and she has been attempting to “feel us better” ever since with TLC and immense determination, watch out or you could take a pretend needle to the face.
I sit here at my breakfast table listening to the thunder and rain and reflecting on this morning three years ago. In a small hospital room, exhausted with a freshly cut C-section scar across my abdomen. I was trying to walk without abs and praying to learn how to nurse and swaddle my freshly given baby girl.