I spent the past week in one of my most favorite places: my hometown.
I could rhapsodize for hours why I love my hometown but a big part of the reason is what happens in July. The 4th of July parade and our annual family reunion.
They may not sound rhapsody-worthy but trust me. I'll be posting more on those events later in the week.
I savored my time catching up with friends and family, as well as eating at the restaurants I've missed. The rest of the time was spent like this:
And then this:
It hit me hard as I rocked a one month old to sleep, how much I want to be married and have a baby. It didn't help when others would ask when it was going to happen. They didn't mean it unkindly but I don't have an answer for them.
I don't know why God would equip me with some of my giftings when I can only live them out in the context of other people's families. I'm honored to be an auntie but I want the whole package. I want a husband and I want to raise our family with him.
It hasn't happened yet and I don't know if it ever will.
Sometimes this longing prevents me from enjoying my present circumstances but it didn't happen this week. I looked down at Brody, my cousin's second child, and prayed that someday I'll hold my own little one.
Then I kissed him on his forehead, handed him back to his father, and rejoined the party.
