Today I write about a time in my life that is so precious to me that when I daydream I call these memories up more than any others. That is when I was pregnant with my two daughters and the pure joy I felt when they were birthed from my body, when I held them to my breast and was the one person in the world that they were most bonded to.
I am in this nostalgic place at the moment because I just viewed a DVD of a 3-D ultrasound of my granddaughter, Rain Catharine.
Pregnancy wasn’t the most enjoyable of physical states. It was cumbersome, I could never get comfortable, and the labor hurt like a son-of-a-you-know-what.
I was fortunate to carry it all in the belly
It is true, however, what they say: that a woman forgets all about the pain of childbirth once she holds her child.
Erin just a few weeks old
Adrian about 24 hours old
There is one thing I have found to be the most true in this world – there is always room to love one more. My heart is big enough for each of them and then some.