A lot can change in eighteen months. One day in the spring of 2011 I walked into a room and shook hands with the people I didn't know, and then went upstairs to unpack my bags. Eighteen months later one of those hands that I shook that day took my hand and put a wedding band on my finger as we said "I do" and tried not to cry. One late night late in the month of September 2013 my midwife handed me my son for the first time, and I pulled him close to me, waiting for that first breath and that first cry. It came. Color flooded his skin as he began crying, breathing in air for the first time. In that moment everything was exactly what it needed to be, because my baby was breathing. Eighteen months later I am 40 weeks and 2 days pregnant with our daughter, and I am waiting- longingly- to watch her take her first breath, to hear her first cry. A lot can change in eighteen months. EVERYTHING can change in eighteen months. Becoming a wife and a mother we
The ramblings of a woman, wife, mother, artist, and Christ follower.