Sometimes I dream that I was part of something amazing, where I floated in clouds and was shot to the moon.
Then I wake up, and realize that I was.
The day our son, Lucas Allen Fisher was born.
It was one of the greatest moments in my life.
There wasn't one minute where I felt alone.
I was surrounded by my husband & these beautiful strong women in my life.
It was spiritual, overwhelming, loving, intense, painful, beautiful, peaceful...
It was perfect. Like Christmas morning.
Not that it didn't hurt, because it did.
It really did.
But I think I needed to feel that pain, to get to that moment where I thought I couldn't go any further...because it's at the moment where we reach into ourselves and grab a hold of the courage we need to finish.
And when he came into this world, it was just us.
We sat, we stared, counted fingers & toes, looked at his face, smiled, laughed,
and as I sat there holding this baby of ours welcoming him to our family,
I realized that I was part of something truly amazing.
I was shot to the heavens and was blessed with this beautiful boy who fits our family to a T!