During my quiet time today while holding Grace in my arms and thinking of my other two sweet girls who were at daycare, I began to think about how much I love these girls and I love being a mom. 

Yes, there are rough days when it seems we have a crying fest in our house or an ornery 2 year old who doesn't want to listen but somehow I forget those moments and roll with it. 

I feel like infertility is all around us and it’s made me incredibly grateful for every aspect of motherhood. It’s something that can be easily taken for granted. My journey to motherhood is never what I had expected or planned, but obviously God's plans our greater then mine. 

Today, I am praying for all the moms out there (including me) that you’d see reminders of blessings in the face of your children, even on the toughest days.

And for all those gals who’d give anything for one of those tough days (I've been there - I understand), I’m praying God blesses you with the kids your desire and that he send opportunities to pour that love out on kids who need it while you wait.