A Year

It was a year ago to the day that I started bleeding with the miscarriage from our first pregnancy.  One year ago.  I remember feeling angry, lost, hurt, hopeless, and not knowing where to turn. The year was filled with so many questions, such searching, hurt feelings, and more anger and bitterness as my husband and I tried to make sense of all we were going through.

A year later, and I am 13 weeks pregnant with twins.  I. Am. Pregnant.

I don't have answers to all the questions.  I still am working through the feelings of all we have gone through these past 6 years.  But what I do know, and what I want to share, is that there is always hope.  Even in the times that seem so dark, and when it seems like there is nowhere else to turn, hope is there.  You may need to borrow hope from someone else for a while, but it will come back.  It's like, as humans, we don't have an option but to choose hope.  We need hope in order to survive.  And at the end of the day, you never know what a year may bring.

Today I am celebrating.  I am home from Australia, on a mini-vacation with my husband, my dog, and my two little ragamuffins, cooking away inside of me.  Thank you Lord, for this special time.  May I treasure every moment.