What now seems like "long ago," was really just 2 years ago. We had been trying to get pregnant for six months with no progress. I was praying every day that God would bless us with a baby, and bought a baby shirt to hold as I prayed for a child. Something tangible to help me focus on what I was asking for.
2 years later and we have a 9 month old who finally fit into that shirt. As I looked back on my journal entries from those long months of waiting, it is so surreal to hold this precious bundle in my arms...

"I long to be a mother and hold my child in my arms."
"I desire to start our family, a family together."

"My whisper of a prayer to God is that He will bless us with a baby in His timing, instead of ours."
