For this child...

For This Child, We Have Prayed. I saw that on a plaque while I was with Delaney and Carrie at the Festival of the Little Hills. Could there be anything more appropriate for my angel? Oh, for her I have prayed! I have begged and pleaded, and now I say prayers of thanks! My girl has grown so fast! She can sit up on her own, she loves all food and she is even crying more like a grown baby! I love her so much! I love getting to buy her all the frills that girls deserve and I just love teaching her! But, this girl has taught me a lot! A lot about gifts. Many of you know that I LOVE bows. I loved bows long before Delaney. I have always been known as the best gift wrapper in the family. A gift from me is said to be exciting because of the wrapping and the big bows on them. Maybe this is where my obsession with bows started. I love wrapping a well thought out gift with a big beautiful bow! It makes what's inside that much more fun! Now, I have my Delaney. And those that have seen us, know that most of the time, she has a big bow on her head! I got to thinking today after the Festival that, just like gifts I give, I love to wrap this Gift I have received with bows also. Not to make the inside more fun, but to show her just how precious she always has been to me, my whole life. The love that is in her heart is the most important gift I can ever give her! I sure hope she feels it someday! She is my gift, and I will never forget that!

A Not So Distant Memory

I took Laney to Mass today and we sat in our usual spot. We love going to the LifeTeen Mass at St. Cletus. As I held Laney and she belted out squeals, I looked around and remembered looking around that church with sad eyes. I remember holding my hands so tight, seeing families, big pregnant bellies, and literally begging God to let me be blessed with a baby. I remember my heavy heart. I remember how broken my soul was.

Today, my soul was whole, my heart repaired, and my eyes filled with tears, but not sad tears. I wiped a tear of joy and thanks away from my eye before anyone could tell as I swayed with my sleepy angel in my arms.

I spent today at Church thanking God for the precious gift He gave me. Somewhere out there, someone has that heavy heart, someone longs, and I am blessed. I pray for all those women and men that long to be parents. I want for them what I have, because that longing, that broken person, is a not so distant memory for me.