Motherhood is so hard. And wonderful. And exhausting. And exhilarating. And overwhelming. And fabulous. And scary. It's chocked full of emotions. Good and bad. No one can understand it until you are in it.
This chick.
My little dinosaur.
Our sweetie-pie pomegranate.
She's sugar and spiey in one incredible little dynamo package.
And despite the drama that I feel unfolds in a family each and every day, when you ask Hannah what makes her sad, she will often say: "Nothing makes me sad."
She's just a little kid loving life, waking up each morning with nothing on her agenda but playing and being ... young. She's dressing up like a dinosaur and asking for snuggles and expressing herself fiercely and poignantly.
I often think of this little girl and the fact that without our infertility journey, we wouldn't have her.
She was worth every single moment of procedures and doctors and medicine.
I love you Hannah Joy. Thank you for the JOY you've brought to our home. It just wouldn't be the same without your little self in our lives,
1 comment:
After spending two weeks at Megan’s I realized that her Harper is a mixture of your Hannah and Abigail. She has her own ideas about what she’s going to wear and changes clothes at least 4 times a day. But she’s also a girlie girl. Megan’s not sure where she came from.
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