Three Years Old

For the last three nights, Macy has been sleeping very fitfully. So last night, when the crying began again, I decided to take her with me to the spare bed. She snuggled right into me and went peacefully back to sleep. I lay there for a long time thinking about how, exactly three years ago, I was checked into the hospital to be induced the next morning. I didn't sleep much that night either. I was so excited to meet my baby girl. There was so much heartache in getting her to this earth.

After an easy labor and delivery, I finally had my sweet baby. My broken heart was healed. I was so blessed -- Macy just fit into our little family and the transition into motherhood was full of joy for me.

Today Macy is three. I am so lucky to spend most of my time with her. She is hilarious, sweet, and shy. She hates to share her toys. I love to watch the way she plays. She has spent hours this week playing with three rolls of toilet paper, a round box, and ten rocks. She leaves little, carefully arranged vignettes all over the house. But most of all, each day as I watch her learn, grow, and play, I am filled with gratitude that she is mine.