liver and onions…

My life has drastically changed since Jack. Sure, I went through some heavy stuff post-diagnosis. My mental health went down the drain, I was pretty sure I hated all of the human race, and I was insanely jealous of people who had “typical” children.

As time went on, I learned—slowly—that the secret to my success was actually IN my “atypical” child! He made me better! He made me stronger. He strengthened our family in ways that I could have never imagined!

I hate liver and onions. I can’t stand even the smell. Yet, my grandma would cook it for my dad, stink up the house, and he’d eat seven helpings. Did I complain? Yes, at first…but seeing how happy the stink made my dad? That made it worth smelling. For days (I might add)! See..I found my joy! Joy in the dish we were served…not in the dish we wish we had!

So, standing at the hospital…surrounded by these perfectly pink and blue bundles of love…I found joy. Joy in my infertility. Joy in my child who was not born of my womb. Joy in the future—for all of us.

Try the liver and onions…

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