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
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.
By the way, this is post #300!