The last Saturday of December we had family photos taken.
It’s one of things that I didn’t really want to do. (I hate having someone else take my picture these days.) But I knew it was important. (The mom needs to stay in the picture.)
So for a couple of hours the ever patient Leah Fontaine (who Harry kept trying to head butt in her adorable second-trimester belly!), came into our home, and captured us as we are right now in this season.
This crazy, sleepless, loud, exhausting, repetitive toddler/newborn season.
I wouldn’t trade any of it.
I am so grateful for these three loves. Sometimes I can hardly even believe this is real life. (Though the chaos of my house and the amount of laundry I have to do tells me it is.)
I was (almost) always sure God would make me a mother someday, though I did have some dark days of doubt. I’m grateful I surrendered to allowing God to write my story of motherhood, because it is beyond what I could have hoped or imagined.