We Interrupt This Visit With Mom to Bring You This...

Saturday I will have a paper due in my Persuasive Preaching class. My requirement was to write it on a current topic; my teacher gave us a list to choose from, we picked out our top choices and he would tell us which one we would be doing.
My choices went something like this:
1. Infertility
2. Self-esteem
In the email he wrote me back he told me to do Infertility, that self-esteem had been done to death. I wrote back that like it or not, self-esteem would be covered in my paper. Because to deal with infertility is to deal with self-esteem.

The two go hand in hand.

And so as I sit here tonight looking up facts and figures, statistics and terms...as I type in causes and effects and cures and treatments...I do so knowing that he wants to know these things. And I want an A.

But you see, I know the real story.

I know what facts and figures can't tell you and I plan on sharing all of that with him as well.

And so tonight, I lay here feeling blessed by God as my sweet disaster snores soundly beside me, smelling of powder and lavender and apple juice and holiness.

But it's these days I remember so well. Sometimes, too well. Sometimes I still feel them.

Once a month.
Every month.

So this is for Julie and Trina and Lexie and Kim. It's for Anna and Kady and Darla and Meg. It's for Michelle. And it's for me. And maybe it's for you.

You'll excuse us as we have a moment.