~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~
I can only grow decent fingernails when I'm pregnant. I'm not sure if it's the hormones or the vitamins or just God's way of helping a woman feel prettier during what can feel like a very unpretty 9 months. I usually don't paint my nails and I haven't had a manicure since my wedding day because its pointless most of the time. But for the 9 months during pregnancy that they actually look nice, it makes me very happy to decorate them a bit. It makes me think of the little one inside me growing tiny things like her first fingernails and toenails too.
On Good Friday, we were blessed to be able to finally set this marker in place. The reality of it is starting to sink in. Just thinking of how many years the desire to find this resting place stirred in my heart moves me to tears. Perhaps it's the sentimentality of pregnancy. But it's no longer a desire, it's real. Again, I want to thank all of you who prayed with me that we would find her, especially those who set their family saints to the task of assisting me.