I was sitting down at my computer last night, deciding what I wanted to post about today, when I read Ashley's blog. I'd already read it earlier in the day (twice actually), but couldn't keep myself from going back to reread. In case you're not a regular follower of hers (which, why aren't you?!), yesterday she posted about finally getting to meet her daughter. She and her family have been on the road to adoption for years and she's been very upfront about the steps in the process and her feelings about it along the way. I, like many others, felt very attached to her journey and was delighted to see her finally get to hold her Little One in her arms.
Understandably, this got me thinking about my own little one. I'm so very grateful that she's been a part of my life for her entire life. That not a day has gone by that I haven't been able to be with her. With us having struggled with infertility for a few years prior to my pregnancy with her, things could easily have ended up differently. Our family could have grown in a totally different way. While I'd have been happy to get her any which way (through natural conception, fertility treatments or adoption), I was struck with just how happy I was to have her at all. So instead of spending time thinking about what to write for today's post, and proofing my ideas, and editing images, I did the logical thing. I went upstairs and snuggled with my daughter. I curled my body around her tiny one, draped my arm over her, and just laid there until long after she fell asleep. And it was awesome. I hope you don't mind my little departure.