Life is not
a matter of milestones...
but of moments
Saturday, May 9, 2009
A Very Special Poem From My Amazing Husband!
I Remember Mother's Day
I remember when it was a day of mourning, When you cried the tears of Hanna. I remember the pain in my heart, When you tried to spare my feelings. I remember the shame that plagued you, When you remembered a youthful regret. I remember turning to doctors for an answer, When, "I'm sorry..." was all they could say. I remember giving up, When we could not find nor afford another way.
I remember a prophets question, When a prayer and a prediction birthed hope. I remember it was a daughter he foresaw, When in my heart I confess, little faith was found. I remember such wasn't the case with you, When a well of hope in your heart began to rise.
I remember a late night of work and a long drive home, When I was met at the door by a woman full of excited trepidation. I remember a bag in in her hand, full of sticks that were positive, When you were too afraid to trust your own eyes, you looked to mine. I remember the rush, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, When I saw your face, I couldn't believe what I was feeling. It was a year to the day of that man's prayer, When God saw another Hanna and in love a prayer was answered.
I remember that day in March, I was so excited, so nervous, When you cried, "I can't do this..." I held your hand and said, "Push" I remember when she shot out like a bullet, maybe too much push! When it was over, I looked to make sure my girls were both good.
I remember that feeling... When I first looked at her face.
I remember the nurse putting her in your arms, When all hope had almost been lost, the miracle asleep on your chest.
I remember when the day became a day of rejoicing, When I bought my very first card for you. I remember when there were still tears, When you thought of the blessing and the dream God had given. I remember year after year thanking God for a miracle named Analise, When a man had given up, and a woman did not.
I remember Mother's day when it was a day of mourning, I remember Mother's day it's forever a day of rejoicing.
I am 37 years young. I am very emotional, I have a bad memory (I guess that can be a good thing .. sometimes)I have an obsession with tickling my husbands feet. Mainly because he hates it so! I do not like to cook. I can have a hard time making my mind up. I am NOT a neat freak, but I do like clean carpets.
I love to spend time with my husband and daughter doing just about anything.
I am very thankful for my family. They know every part of me, good and bad and still love me!
I treasure my best friend Julie. We have been through so much together in the past 20 years, which will forever bind us together as sisters.
I am thankful that God gave me Analise when Doctors told us we couldn't have children.
I am amazed at the love my husband still has for me after 14 years and the many mountains we have climbed together.
But mostly my heart cannot contain the feeling of grace that God has shown me throughout my 37 years on this earth. I always want my heart to be a heart that God can use!