The ninth year

It has been 9 years since my first loss. 9 years. Some would say they have nothing to show for it. I say, this isn’t how I envisioned my life, but this is where I am. I could be sad, envious, and still holding onto hope for a life that wasn’t meant to be mine. Instead I choose to live each day moving forward with who I was meant to be. Strong, independent, inspirational, a hard worker, a loving daughter and sister, and a faithful wife. Some days I wonder why I wasn’t meant to be a mom, but the moments are fleeting when I remember who I am and knowing that my purpose in life was much more than just being a mom.