But, life goes on. Things get taken care of and we are blessed every day with the opportunity to try again.
I whine and complain but really life is pretty darned sweet with this fabulous guy at my feet. I am so thankful for everything his life brings into mine. Yes, even the work that it entails. When I think back on all the teary nights I cried for a baby, it actually makes me smile when I pick up his toys or put away his tiny shoes. Little reminders that I have EXACTLY what I prayed for.

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And he isn't even an ugly kid, to boot!
Whenever I get to that place where I feel like my (often thankless) work as a wife/mother are impossible to accomplish, I think of this article:
http://diapersanddivinity.com/2010/11/16/a-womans-work-is-never-done/
I love the idea of the Savior sitting on the floor folding laundry with me while we talk.
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