A year ago today I found out I was pregnant. Chad was out of town, but I couldn't wait to take a test. I woke up and thought, 'What the heck - I'll take a test for a piece of mind!' I took a pregnancy test for maybe the tenth time since we'd been trying for a baby, and for the first time I walked away from it and expected the single line just like all the times in the past. Instead, I came back to see two lines in that little "window". I'd love to say that then I went to the store and bought five more tests just to be sure - but I didn't. I knew that I was pregnant, and I was overwhelmed with joy. I couldn't stop rubbing my tummy and thanking God for the miracle growing inside me. Little did I know how precious that miracle would be. I couldn't have imagined Brooks any more perfect than he is.
A year ago I was worried about myself. A year ago I was trying to make sense of what was to come. A year ago I had no idea what being a mom meant. A year ago I underestimated what love was. What a difference a year makes.
1 comment:
how sweet...life changes pretty fast. I remember thinking, "what did we ever do before we had kids."
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