On this day for the past seven years, my Dad has had a beautiful rose delivered to my doorstep. It's simply the sweetest gesture because it's his birthday, yet he thinks of me because it's Josiah Day, a different type of day I tend to celebrate. But while this selfless act is the sweetest, I believe the most thoughtful and encouraging aspect of this tradition is this: the flower is always a different color he strategically chooses.
Red. Blue. Green. White. It takes a special person to see infertility through the color of a rose. And every year for the past four years, my Daddy has done just that. You see, on the 17th day of February, my Daddy, whom I like to call "Pa", has had a beautiful rose delivered to… Continue reading Every Year My Daddy Gives Me a Rose for Infertility
Today, I stood in the baby section to celebrate Josiah Day. My original plan was to grab a package of diapers, maybe even some wipes (trying to play it safe), but I accidentally went one aisle too far and found myself in the baby shoes/socks aisle. Sigh. There is something about tiny baby socks that… Continue reading Risking My Reputation
One year ago today, my husband and I took a leap of faith in our hopeful journey to becoming parents as we put together a crib for our yet to be conceived baby bird. We proudly set it up in our yet to be used nursery room. However, for the last 365 days, the room… Continue reading When Having Faith Is Hard
Happy Cabbage Day! (No, really it is) And Happy Josiah Day! GAG! Yep. That's right. Gag. This has been my shamefully awful attitude today. And so I am going to be ugly honest with you for a second. Is that okay? I am more than two weeks late, so against all hope, I decided to… Continue reading Did God Really Say…?