As we arrived home from church on Mother's Day, my little girlies stopped their daddy and asked for photos of their gorgeous selves on the front porch.
I on purpose didn't post anything about Mother's Day, and I wasn't going to, but today I just can't seem to stop myself. I adore the mothers in my life, my own beautiful wonderful mother, Marquis's lovely mother, and all the others who have mothered me and my little family throughout the years. I am so very grateful for you all!
But for those who have gone through infertility, you know that Mother's Day just leaves you feeling kind of raw, ripped up inside. Even through all those years that I have been fortunate enough to have CG in my life, and even now that my arms and heart are so full of these two beautiful little ones, somehow something as sweet and wonderful as a day celebrating all those wonderful, selfless mothers can still rip my insides up.
On the one hand, I hope that with time the pain will fade and that I can simply sit back and enjoy this beautiful day. And really, this year I did have a fantastic day. The girls drew me cards and smothered me with kisses, my husband was wonderful and really showed me how much he appreciates me. I felt so spoiled and loved somehow all at the same time that I was hurting.
On the other hand, I hope that this pain never fades, that even through the sweetness and silliness of the one girl with the mismatched socks and the other wearing her sunglasses on her belly, I can remember all those whose hearts are aching and do what I can do try to lessen that hurt.
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