I have a few pictures to show you of our time at the beach, but today, I scanned a couple of our 13 year old wedding photos into the computer so that you can glimpse a bit of our wedding day! It's funny how finally when I look at these now, I can see a big difference in what we look like today.


As I wrote my title today, I realized something. For the past eight years, Mike has graciously and thankfully allowed me to hold my babies more than him (in a literal and figurative way). He knows and I know that this is the way it is meant to be - they need me! But as I have mourned the fact that I will never be pregnant again or deliver another new life into this world, I find comfort in that Mike will eventually begin to have and hold me again more.
Whenever I get sad I try to turn it around and be enthused about birthing a NEW body for myself and a new chapter in our lives. Oh, I know, I have a few more years of young kiddos around here. And I am so glad for that! Henry is totally spoiled because I pick him up whenever he cries and snuggle him dearly.
But this past weekend and today, I celebrate the wife in me - the one I want to be for him, for me, and for the little girls in my life watching me oh so closely.
1 comment:
Such a great reminder Stef :) Those guys need us too! I think if we leave them alone long enough they'll cry about it too, just like the babies.
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