I find myself in a no-mans land; stuck in the middle of being hit with the woes of infertility, and having two beautiful babies of my own. No side wants to truly claim me as their own.
I got my two boys. And believe me, I couldn't be more thrilled. Ah, I love my children. I breath in the happiness that is them, and it warms my soul. They intoxicate me.
And that is the gift my broken body has given me: the gift to see the miracle in today. Every day.
Every morning I get my Hugh out of bed, and I look at his still oh-so-baby face, my heart swells. I hold my pride and joy in my lap, and pray that Heavenly Father will bless me with another. And I do so, as my baby (my BABY!!) grows and grows; time doesn't care to slow down for infancy.
So, as I realize that now will be then quicker than I can tolerate, I hold my babies.
And I do, I soak them in.
Every day.
I suppose that is worth it.
And as I hold J, and realize that his dimpled hands are turning into hands of a little boy, infant no more, I'm grateful that I am his mother. I'm grateful he came to me. I'm grateful that he somehow arrived safely into my arms.
Instead of longing for what I don't have, and a very uncertain future, I drown myself in the gratitude for what is mine.
And my boys?
They are all mine.
Oh Taylor... if anyone asks me if I'm pregnant I'm going to hit them in the head, seriously! You do have two little miracles. Treasure them, I know that you do. It's hard to be patient. I hope that you get many more little miracles....
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