I remember those moments so well.
Those moments of being tucked in the nursery corner rocking . . . and rocking. . . and rocking.
Even now, when I have a baby put into my arms, the gentle sway of rocking my sweet babies to sleep comes back to me.
Most of those moments, I know I was so tired.
I know most of those moments, I was begging my babies to just let me sleep.
I know that most of those early moments, as much I as cherished them, were hard.
They are also gone . . .
so very quickly.
I am so blessed by this sweet family and their incredible love story.
They have had HARD moments . . .
and probably more to come – as all first parents do during those first sleepless months.
Even in the hard moments, though, I could see that there was hope.
These new babies are a part of an amazing love story.
One that was started even before their parents met, and one that will continue to be told to their children.
and their children’s children.
I pray that everyone know’s a love so deep . . .
that even in the hard moments,
there is hope.