Seven years ago today, I became a mom to a dark haired newborn baby girl.
Up to this point, I had been her mother for 35 weeks as she was forming in my womb. From the moment that infertility treatment cycle started, I was her mother. From the moment those two pink lines appeared, I was her mother. From the moment my belly “popped” and the pregnancy became obvious to outsiders, I was her mother. From the moment we named her Zoey Elizabeth, “God’s gift of life”, I was her mother. From the moment we welcomed her from the womb, I was her mother.
And every moment since then…
I have been blessed…
to be her mother.
My sweet Zoey Liz, thank you for being the first to call me “mom”. Thank you for loving me through my imperfect parenting. Thank you for teaching me (yes, me) about forgiveness and humility. Thank you for still loving me when I stumble. Thank you for reminding me that it’s always okay to dance to the beat of your own song, even if you’re as clumsy as a baby goat.
Happy 7th Birthday, my peach. I can’t wait to celebrate all weekend with you!