This morning I contacted an infertility support group whom I get daily e-mail devotionals from to ask about their team of writers. I am so impressed by the quality of their devotionals and was curious about who writes them. I thanked them for their insight and wisdom and let them know that I am continually touched by their words even though I am no longer walking the road of infertility.
I signed my e-mail
"Mother of adopted son and baby girl on the way,"
And as soon as I typed the words, I burst into tears.
Literally, burst into a sobbing mess of tears.
Now I could attribute those tears to a number of things:
1. I'm sick with a cold (again!), therefore not feeling well and emotions are high
2. I'm pregnant so my hormones are crazy
3. I'm tired and when I'm tired I cry easily
But I don't attribute my tears to any of those three things. Because, to be honest, this happens frequently. When I write to someone explaining the story of Samuel or recall the moment Samantha told us we could adopt her son or when I think about my current state of parenthood (and our many blessings) it often leads me to tears.
It's like this big jumble of feelings well up and I can't help but cry. It always amazes me too. I'm eating my breakfast, writing an e-mail and the next things I know: can't swallow, big lump in throat, tears.
I wonder for how long this surprising burst of emotions will occur? I hope forever. I don't want this awe and amazement to ever end. Even if it makes me cry.
Posted by Stacy