I never really know how to write these posts.

Mother’s Day is hard. It just is.

If you’re new to our lives, or new to our story; Welcome! We’re infertile!

I know, this isn’t really the type of thing you share upfront in a relationship, but once you hit 40 and you’re married, the whole “Got any kids?” question comes up in almost every relationship. You can’t escape it. And I’m not saying it’s something we should be able to escape, just explaining that after 12+ years of walking this road, it’s the reality we face.

Today’s post though, isn’t just about our infertility journey. Today, I’m writing to tell you about my person.

If you’ve not met my wife, you’re missing out. Yes, I’m biased. And no, she’s not sitting next to me threatening to only ever allow decaf coffee in the house unless I write nice things to say about her. I promise that’s (wink) not (wink) happening (WINK).

All kidding aide, my wife is someone I want to be like when I grow up. Her trust in her Heavenly Father is breathtaking. We’ve been married a dozen years, we’ve been through some shi….stuff. And I’ve seen her stand on who her God is. In good times and bad, Jesus is her safe refuge.

She’s also incredibly intelligent. She loves learning. I mean, just loves to learn. Give her a YouTube video on coding, or calligraphy, or using AI, or a new exercise or make-up technique and she’s a happy camper.

But I think what I love about her the most, is how she’s walked these last 12 years. (I know, I promised that this post wouldn’t be about our infertility journey…. sorry.). I remember vividly the first diagnosis. And the following diagnosis. And the doctors visits and procedures. I remember knowing I could do nothing to fix the issue, but be there.

So I did. And by being there I saw how this beautiful, amazing, loving, intelligent and creative woman chose to lean on Christ. In the midst of things that didn’t make sense, in the middle of the mystery, she chose to believe that the One who chose her, hadn’t forgotten. She chose to believe there was (and is still) a plan for her life.

And I’ve seen God move.

I’ve seen His healing in her life. I’ve seen His freedom in her life. I’ve see Him use our story, her story, to bring light to others.

I love the Jesus in her.

And if I could tell her anything this Mother’s Day weekend it would be this;
Your story is not over. Our story is not over. He who began a good work in you, will complete it. You are beautiful and strong and wise, and your future is bright. And I love you, with my whole heart.