I used to think being a mom would come naturally to me. Turns out, building my family is just a wee bit more complicated than I hoped.
My story is not always pretty, but it is raw and real, truthful and transparent. And in the midst of infertility, foster parenting, adoption and loss, God’s grace always shows up and gets me through. (Well, that and coffee. A lot of coffee.) Welcome to my beautiful, complicated life. I’m so happy to have you along.
This morning was mom's group. It's my mid-week sanctuary. A little splice of time I which I need to contribute nothing to anyone --- just soak in sweet coversation with my friends, escape from parenting