Mother’s Day

I woke up this morning to my favorite coffee and scone from Daybreak Coffee and a movie of Micah’s first two years. All three of us watched it while cuddled in bed. I cried a lot—it’s amazing watching your child grow through video. The best gift ever!

When I had Micah, I vowed to celebrate each Mother’s Day with gusto. I celebrate it two ways: as a mother and as a grateful daughter.

But I have to be honest. A part of me grieves the babies I lost. I will never forget the pain I felt the Mother’s Day after my miscarriage. I went to church and cried through the entire service. We went out to eat and every one told me Happy Mother’s Day. There was a family outing, but I did not go.

I am praying for all of you who feel this pain and wish the day would just end. Keep in mind there is someone who will carry you through this pain. His name is Jesus.