Faith's Findings

This post is different. This post is a collection of thoughts and feelings since Libby was born. So, it has been written over the span of 8 months. The fourth trimester.  “It’s for true,” in the words of my 6 (now 7) year old.  This post has been a journal of entries in the notes app on my phone. It’s not always pretty.  It’s not all sweet baby smells and snuggles.  And it’s certainly not always talked about. In fact, I had never heard of it until I lived it.  We should be talking about it.  In the days following Libby’s birth, I fully expected myself to bounce back. It took me more than a week to let it sink in that I needed to recover. I had had major surgery. I had been cut wide open and life pulled from within me. And literally a part of my body was now existing—breathing—on the outside.  Truth is, I needed to let other people help and rest. I needed to heal. But, I would get frustrated from the pain or that I could...

They say fairy tales aren't real. They say that real love is hard work. They say real life is this: arguing; complaining and just mediocrity. They say love isn't all that and to stay single. They say I will see one day, that I will understand one day; BUT if I'm smart, I won't marry. Well, I say, they obviously haven't had what I have or witnessed the daily example that I have. Yes, I believe in fairy tales; in the ever after; in true love's kiss. Yet, I also believe love is hard work that's easy because it is love. Maybe I came to these conclusions because of two people who have lived a real example of a fairy tale: my parents. If there were ever a picture perfect marriage, it's theirs. Over the years I have witnessed the fights, the tears, the laughter, the friendship, the frustration, the honesty, the respect, and the love. But, most of all, I witnessed them being real and at times humble before one another, and before my sister and I. I ca...