I Don't Want to Forget...

...but sometimes I do.

On days I am up to my elbows in poopy diaper, tantrums and timeouts I sometimes forget what a miracle Faith is.

And this morning I realized how badly I don't want to forget. Not a single moment, not a single miracle.

I want to remember the day *M* loaned us her infant car seat because I was so hopeful we would get the call soon. I would look at that empty car seat sitting in our room every day and pray.

I want to remember how we received the phone call that we were chosen to be a sweet little girl's mom and dad less than 3 weeks after we turned in our profile.

I want to remember how the very next day we received a phone call that we were chosen to be Faith mom and dad and within 5 hours of receiving that phone call I was holding my daughter for the very first time. 

I want to remember how painless and easy the actual process of it all was. As if God was protecting our hearts at every single moment. Not once did we have to worry with fear or uncertainty. God handled it all.

I want to remember calling our family and friends ( or should I say texting) to tell them we were parents.

I want to remember how everyone rallied together to get us everything we possibly needed within 24 hours and we came home to a house full of baby items and meals and love.

I want to remember every moment of Faith's baby shower. How surronded by love we were and what a miracle it was that though my womb I was holding my precious daughter at her baby shower.

And the miracles haven't stopped. Faith is perfect. She is happy, she is healthy, she is walking, talking and thriving.

SHE IS A MIRACLE

and I just want to make sure I don't forget that