Sometimes my heart hurts when I see baby clothes at the store.
Tiny, precious little shirts, pants, and socks.
I imagine wearing a precious little one in a sling while I’m holding Wyatt + William’s hand.
I imagine waking up and walking out into the living room to see my children playing together.

Sometimes my heart hurts.
Because I long to create a large family so badly.
Sometimes I hurt because I don’t know if this will ever happen.

But, sometimes I need to pause and remind myself how blessed I am now.
To have a husband who loves me with all of his heart + a toddler who kisses and hugs me each day.

It’s hard to want something so badly – and not have it.
But, I know there is a bigger plan – beyond me.
And I just have to trust in that.