I was about to blog about something.
I logged in.
And my dashboard popped up.
A post from Christian's mom was listed.
Whatever I was about to post about (I seriously forgot what it was) flittered away as I read about this miracle. . . this little boy going home to his family after a tragedy. As his Mommy wrote. . . "he left home clinically dead and is coming back alive. Just think about that for a second. It's really miraculous..."
It is. A true miracle.
That's not it, either. I think about my dear friend, Kathy, a person that I have never met, not in person anyway. Yet, I feel as if we are sisters. We think so similarly, we blog from our hearts. We have both lost children, we have both endured so much pain, yet experienced so much triumph in the birth of our babies. If you haven't clicked over to Kathy's blog yet, please treat yourself to doing so. She is one of the most amazing women that I have had the pleasure of "meeting."
Another miracle.
Speaking of miracles, here is another one. My sweet friend, Ms. J, had a rough road getting to a "safe place" in her pregnancy. As a fellow multiple-miscarriage survivor, I get it. I get that she isn't embracing this pregnancy as another might. She is starting to feel it, though, I can sense it. Go congratulate her on yet another miracle.
So, yeah. I don't exactly remember what I was going to post about.
But I like this post much, much better.
My husband often gives me a hard time about blogging, about the sad stories that make me cry, the posts that break my heart. Then, I show him the miracles that I get to see, the happy endings to stories that reinforce my faith in God and all that is good in this world. He still doesn't quite "get it."
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I get it. :)
I am so glad you posted this today. I needed to hear all these great stories.
I am surprised, and touched, that you would single me out . . . yes, I am slowly (slowly) warming up to being pregnant, and beginning to imagine what it might be like to have a bio-kid after having adopted the world's most precious toddler girl from China. This morning I was packing away clothes that Lil Pumpkin outgrew, and came across her tiniest outfits from a year ago, when she was 15 months old . . . and I actually smiled at the thought of tiny clothes again (even tinier ones, this time).
Compared to the other blogs/buddies you highlighted, I must admit I don't quite feel worthy when stacked against them . . . but I know that my path has had it's own struggles that might not be as noticeable to folks who aren't longtime readers of my blog (and thus don't know about our multiple early m/c's, the extreme grief Lil Pumpkin had, our intense work to build her attachment, preparing and recovering from her open heart surgery, the moderate spotting I had with this "Urban Myth" pregnancy, and my emotional struggle to warm up to the idea of it).
Your endless support, your "getting it" . . . they continue to mean the world to me! If you lived nearby I'd drive over my unopened bottles of wine, and cans of Di.et Co.ke, and give them to you with a big ol' bow on 'em ;o)
I don't think my husband gets it either... but I do! I'm going to go click over to the blogs.
Wonderful posts!
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