Yesterday my favorite twins turned THREE!!
We had lunch at Las Playitas so of course there were sombreros. One loved them while the other was not a big fan of them.
We also celebrated Mother's Day. These three women are some of my favorite Mommas.
After lunch we stopped by the lot where Andrew used to live. Their house burned down and no one has ever built there. He walked me through where everything was located.
Once we got home we enjoyed a Sunday afternoon nap before going to our second Mother's Day celebration.
Yesterday was my first Mother's Day. It didn't look like I've always dreamt about, but it was still a sweet day. I started my day with the Lord thanking him for our sweet Jayden.
The messages from friends and family began hitting my inbox Saturday evening. I have to be honest I felt a little frustrated as I read message after message saying people were thinking about me and praying for me. At one point I looked at Andrew and said, "I wish everyone would leave me alone. I'm fine!"
This journey is a bizarre pull between wanting people to acknowledge, encourage, and pray and just wanting them to act like it's not an issue and to talk about anything else but infertility and loss.
But yesterday morning my devotional focused on Colossians 4:12 which says, "Epaphras, a member of your own fellowship and a servant of Christ Jesus, sends you his greetings. He always prays earnestly for you, asking God to make you strong and perfect, fully confident that you are following the whole will of God."
As I read that verse God reminded me that maybe, just maybe, the reason I was feeling okay about the day was because of all the people who had been praying for me. I vowed then to be thankful for the prayers instead of feeling pitied.
It's not that I don't want the prayers and encouragement. I just wish there was no infertility for people to pray for.
To all of you who sent me a message telling me you were thinking of me and wishing me a Happy Mother's Day. Thank you.
Thank you for acknowledging that I am a mother even though there is no baby in my arms.
Thank you for going to the Father on my behalf.
Thank you for thinking of me.
Thank you for being my Ephaphras.
