Week 19.

The privilege of motherhood should not have been mine. Because of the cancer (and subsequent treatments) I had as a child, the doctors told my parents that there was a very great likelihood that I would never be able to have children. And yet, I have. David often refers to our children as "our four miracles." And even for a loving Heavenly Father this seems a bit indulgent. Four miracles. Overwhelming generosity on His part. Even so, their coming to earth was difficult to say the least. It took everything I had, and much of what I didn't. And in many ways the job itself is like that for me...it takes everything I have and much of what I don't, but the miracle is that my Savior makes up the rest. I love being a mother. I am so grateful for the chance. I am so grateful to have held my babies close to my heart while they were still warm and wet from my belly. As hard as it was. As hard as it still is. It is the best job in the world and I am so grateful for the privilege.