Live. Laugh. Love. It wasn’t until I was in my early twenties and after my mother passed away that I heard those three words together. I was going through her jewelry box and found a small silver pendant made of those sweet words. It became my motto, for lack of a better word. Ten years later I became a mother of triplets. Those three words became even more important. They are what motherhood means to me.
Two years ago it happened. 40 weeks and a day into my pregnancy and it was finally your time to join us earth-side. None of it happened the way I thought it would. None of it. But finally holding you safe in my arms was all that mattered.
I think I have always lived for big moments. It almost seems easier in a way. There is the prep and planning, the processing and deciding, and finally the climatic result of all your hard work. In one single day, it’s all over. There is a decidedly tangible feeling of accomplishment. You know that you have done something, and done it well.