It's kind of fitting that I'm in California visiting my family right now. Why, you ask? Because a year ago, I was sitting in this very same chair daring to hope that my two little blastocytes might turn into this
a life filled with gummy smiles
and quiet moments
Fairyeggs and I have been talking about the journey over the past few days. It seems like such a long time ago but yet at the same time the struggle of it all doesn't feel very removed. It seems like the struggles and heartbreak should vanish in the pure joy of having baby E, but it doesn't.
The scars of the journey remain on my heart.
But instead of being something bad, they are mixed with the love of Fairyegg's gift and the pride of our determination. Instead of marring our hearts as parents, I think the scars add to the character of our love for E.
It may not have been flawless, but I think our journey has turned out pretty darn beautiful.
xoxo
By the way, this is post #300!
