Recently, while dining on my now-cold meal (do moms ever eat warm food?) at our loud, chaotic supper table after a typically crazy day of spinning my wheels, I looked up through the happy chatter (and clatter… and beating of the platters…) and caught my husband’s weary, laughing eyes.
“We asked for it.”
Yes. We did. We asked for it. Actually, we begged and pleaded with God for three long years. Please… a family.
And He answered. Six years ago this month our infertility struggles ended.
And now at supper time
- I eat cold food
- I get up from the table 42 times
- I feed someone else from my plate (because food tastes better off of mom’s plate)
- I mentally calculate how much food I’m going to have to buy in 10 years
- I soak it all in
We asked. He answered. And we are grateful for the pandemonium that makes us a family.
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