Monday, June 7, 2010
Eight is great
Yesterday my sweet boy turned eight years old. For whatever reason I have a really hard time seeing my children age. I love every stage that they are in, and it breaks my heart to see it all move too fast. I remember so vividly the day Dallas was born, from the minute they placed him into my arms I was in love. I just kept repeating, "he's so beautiful, he's so beautiful." And I still think that every time I look at him.
I don't talk about this much, and I'll spare you the details. But we have been trying to have another child for the last three years now. This is something that daily tears at my heart. We've had some fertility treatments that have been unsuccessful, but I still hold hope that some day there will be more babies that will be as beautiful as the two I already have. But if for some reason that doesn't happen, I feel so blessed and appreciate the opportunity I already have to be a mother. Children were something that I always wanted, and motherhood is something that I've always aspired too; I consider it the highest calling in this life.
It might seem odd, but a lot of why I craft and blog is to fill the void of a baby. I get a lot of fulfillment out of creating, and so I appreciate that you let me share that with you. I wish that I could comment back to all of the kind words that you leave, I enjoy every morsel. Thanks so much for caring, it means a lot to me.