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You know how there are girls that want to be teachers or doctors, or princesses? Well, I wanted to be a Mommy.

I married my high school sweetheart just after college and we thought the prudent thing to do would be to wait a couple of years before we start a family. The goal was to get on our feet. As soon as we did we started trying.

The first year of negative pregnancy tests we’re trying on us. Me more so than my husband. But the pregnancy success rates in the first year gave us hope. It wasn’t until we entered our second year that I began to panic. There was a lot of Clomid, fertility specialists, sperm testing, full bladder vaginal sonograms, dye tests and,… NOTHING.

This went on for 2 more years.

Exhausted. Emotionally spent. Heart-broken. Lost. We hadn’t anything else to give at that point. So we surrendered. We surrendered all. We decided to stop the charting, and the temperature taking, and the sex scheduling, and the Clomid. We decided to just be. To just be still.

Then we got pregnant. Yippee! Hooray!

Then we miscarried. Despite the loss, I was able to find peace. Because to me it was a tiny flicker of hope. It was a tiny flicker of life. After years of praying for answers, I knew that between my husband and I, it was possible to create life. And that gave me so much peace. So I waited for His perfect timing.

On February 8, 2007 {10 months later} we welcomed a beautiful, healthy, 7 pound baby boy. Thomas Cole Eggleston.

After everyone went to bed tonight I sat and opened his backpack and I looked through his work for the week. (That baby is now a Kindergartner! Say whaaaaat?! Where does the time go!!!) I pulled out this drawing from his folder and it made me cry.


To think those precious hands of his with those big beautiful brown eyes and killer lashes created this masterpiece. Reminds me of that song by Carolyn Dawn Johnson…

You could say it was a work of art
Like someone took a brush and painted their hearts
Together they made such a beautiful thing
And oh if there was anything that they could do right
It was painting love in the perfect light
So we could see
That love is a masterpiece

It was perfect. He is perfect. And I am so thankful I waited. Because works of art like this, they take time.

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