Last month our family hit an unexpected bump in the road that increased our faith and tugged at our heartstrings. We lost a pregnancy. I miscarried at ten weeks gestation, and am still technically in recovery. We are doing very well and had overwhelming support from those close to us. And, we are happy. The Lord provided every needful thing, and a heaping helping of peace and comfort on top. Our little family feels a little closer than before, and we continue looking forward to a sparkling future.
Other than the obvious Projects (RTW and SV), I’ve been keeping busy running, picnicking, swimming, chasing goslings (“ducks”) at the park, taking some photos, watching some shows (Glee, Pushing Daisies, and starting tonight SYTYCD), hanging with good friends and following Milo around as he explores the big wide world. For some reason the last three days have ended with him running around without pants because they are wet, either from water or diaper leaks. Good thing he has a cute bum!
Life is good. Overflowing, even. Somehow in overcoming a loss I feel more found than I have in a while. Funny how it works like that.
