My eyes instantly welled up when I opened this sweet card from my sister-in-law earlier this week. Oh yeah, Mother's Day gets to be about ME this year.
I was surprised at how much that mattered to me. It was unexpected because, although many infertile women get the blues around Mother's Day, I never really did. I never got sad about my childlessness on scheduled holidays or specific times of the year. It would just hit me out of nowhere, here and there, without warning—that empty ache in my heart.
So imagine my surprise at feeling such pleasure over a simple card.
And Keira decided to commemorate my first Mother's Day by staying awake and screaming from 11 p.m. to 3:30 a.m. She's making sure I earn my motherhood stripes just in time for the big holiday. The poor little thing has a cold, she was a bit irregular (if you get my drift), and her teeth were bothering her, too.
But oh how I love the way she cuddles into me when she doesn't feel well, trying to soak in all the love and comfort she can.
She had an even worse cold, with an ear infection, the week before Easter, which was also the week before our big day of family pictures, her name & blessing, and her LDS temple sealing that I blogged about last week. I took her to the doctor the morning before the big day, and she was miserable. But miracle of miracles, she was in a perfect and happy mood all day--during pictures, at the church, and at the temple. (In the temple, she was beaming in a way that told us some part of her knew exactly what was going on.)
Only after we returned home did her little eyes begin to water again, and her nose start to drain, and her little hand reach back up to tug on her ear.
So many things about her are miraculous. From the way she came into our lives to the way she captures the heart of everyone she meets. I am amazed every day that I was given this gift.
If my last few posts are any indication, you might eventually see all 140 pictures Elisha Snow took for us at an ampitheater near my house. I love them!
