In the dark, hidden crevices of my mind the thought still haunts me.
I always dreamed of a large family. A lot of kids running around the house. The constant sound of pitter-patter. I was never the one that wanted only one or two.
I wanted 6 originally. My husband graciously moved his firm 2 to a definitely 3 after our first was born. It was then a very complicated ordeal to get our second into this world.
The thought of not being able to make that third happen still hurts. It goes without saying (even though I’m saying it here) that we are thrilled with what we have and wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Every once in a while the new baby fever starts and my insides jump at the thought of a new baby. The thought of getting a little closer to my dream. Then reality sets in that it will require a little more creativity to make this happen.
A dear, special friend of mine made my day recently, my life actually! I left the conversation with hope, love, and admiration. It was one of those conversations that replays in your mind and I am positive I will never forget it as long as I live.
I realized at that moment that I may be broken but I am also blessed!!!