Sunday Morning Reflection: We Survived

Last night, the three of us went over at our friends' house for dinner. They have a brand new, 7 week old baby. I was trying to think back to this time last year when we had just hit the 2 week mark with Carter and the baby blues were subsiding enough to finally peek my head out of the fog that had almost swallowed us whole. It truly is a miracle to not remember every last detail of those days because we would absolutely never have another child. But then I think back on the whole year that just passed and bittersweetly refer to it as the most difficult year of my life. Many aspects of our lives had been on the rocks at one point this year, Jason's job due to a merger, my sanity, our marriage. Luckily, all of those remain intact, at least at this moment. 

The growth, however, has been astounding. Not only watching Carter grow into this independent, unique, hilarious tiny human, but also how much my marriage has endured even knowing how difficult and trying having a baby would be. We didn't know it was going to be like this, both for the best and the worst. And for me personally, I almost feel as if I've been on hiatus from my real life and finally feel back to my old self. I'm writing, reading books and blogs I used to follow, and finally have the true desire to go running again. My thoughts are no longer, "just let me get through..."; they are, "alright, what needs to get done?" or "what do I want to do today?" I also feel that much of my growth has taken place in my faith. I still struggle with getting to mass but my faith and desire to become a stronger catholic as a woman, a wife, and a mom is driving many of my daily activities and that is a blessing. Maybe we can get more figured out before we start trying for Baby Z, The Sequel but, for now, I think it's officially safe to say WE SURVIVED!