The Best Card I've Ever Received

A couple days before Mother's Day a friend at work stopped by my desk, handed me a card, and asked me to open it.

I did, and this was inside:
Yep, a Mother's Day card. You'd think, that with my job and all, I would know the full impact a card can have. And I do, to an extent. But in that moment, and I stood and hugged this dear lady, I realized that I would be celebrating this day. A day that I have longed to celebrate for so long.

As this pregnancy has progressed, it's been a mental battle of protecting my heart vs. celebrating the blessing of a pregnancy. While Michael and I are both thrilled and feel so blessed, there is a layer of protective covering we've laid on our hearts where they've broken.

Each day, each point of progress has been a step.

Positive pregnancy test? Step one.

Heartbeat at the first appointment? Step two.

Week 11 checkup...Week 15 checkup...Week 19 checkup...each a bit closer to assurance.

Each giving us a bit more permission to enjoy the blessing...to relax in the knowledge that we are one step closer to holding a baby in our arms.

Perhaps the worry is unnecessary as we've often been told.

Or perhaps it's just the first step in a lifetime of worrying about the one the Lord has entrusted us to bear...to raise...to care for. You know, the worries of being a Mom.

**please ignore the stuffing on the floor. Oggy had just gutted a new stuffed animal! haha.