Dream Come True

Last week, I met with a dear friend for a very long-awaited "play date." (I guess that's the term moms use when they get together and bring the kids.) We met at a park.
 

Erika & Ava


When we loaded our girls into their strollers for a walk around the small lake, I looked at the four of us. I was almost overcome. Was this for real? We looked like regular moms.
 And we are regular moms. With extraordinary stories.  You see, neither of us became moms in the "regular" way.

This friend is so dear to me partly because her heart understood mine--and mine hers. We ached for the pain of the other. And she has allowed her great pain to inform her ministry. She has eyes to see breaking hearts. And I love her dearly for it.

And so, there we were. A dream come true. Moms. With our sweet girls. Our great gifts.