Sometimes we set off on a great journey and we don’t even realize it’s happening. The beginning can be so subtle or such a tiny hint at what’s to come we can’t know we just embarked on a path that with transform us.
In March 2010 I stood in our bathroom in Hungary shaking with anticipation, waiting for Ryan to tell me if there was one line or two on the pregnancy test.
Two.
I knew this marked the beginning of my journey of motherhood, one that would change my life and me in ways that nothing else could.
I didn’t know that I was starting another journey at the same time. That journey would also become part of my identity, a defining part of my story.
Eight months later our daughter was born in Hungary. Continue reading
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