Mother's Day
Yesterday was Mother's Day (as you probably already know). After several previous Mother's Days with confused expectations and martyr-like behavior, I finally got bold, and just told Scott what I wanted for the day.
Scott even did more than I asked for, and started the day with honey pancakes and eggs, courtesy of Scott and Adrianna. From there, we dealt with a lot of screaming (we think Adrianna might have anxiety about making holidays special, which might come out in her screams), before finally making it to church. The church part was another gift in itself. Not just so me, but to the whole congregation. After six years of waiting, we are finally allowed to enjoy our new facility.
As per my request, Scott made some delicious chicken enchiladas for dinner. And his dad made a lovely concoction salad (who knew that croutons, lettuce, Parmesan, and oranges went together?!).
One of my favorite parts was watching Adrianna give the presents she made to Scott's mom. She made a book, called Rusty's Friend Bailey, and read it with Julie.And signed a card that sings "You are my Sunshine."
And she recorded a card for me. What a joy hearing her tiny recorded voice telling me, "I love you and Happy Mother's Day, and I'll give you a hug."
Overall, it was a lovely day. But I have the tiniest taste of what infertile families deal with on Mother's and Father's Day... That sense in knowing that someone else should be there.
Just know that I'm thinking about you, sweet boy, and I'm hoping we'll get to see you by Father's Day.
And to anyone dealing with infertility, my heart goes out to you. May God bless you in your pain.
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