I know a thing or two about building a family. And I want to share with you today.

You’d think that the Christmas season would remind me most of our babies. At the very least, the gratitude I have for God giving them to us. But it’s not Christmas that gives me all those feels. It’s the Easter season.

Saturday was a busy, busy day. We were all up early because the sun was beaming down and our spirits from warmer, sunny days were also beaming. I ran and walked around the lake, and then Ryan and I took the kids to breakfast at my fave spot — TRIO.

A Busy Day

It’s always a huge production to do dining out with them. We don’t do it often, but my girl Samantha (another Sam) was making hash browns, eggs, avocado and pico de gallo. We couldn’t pass it up. To our surprise, my cousin’s girlfriend Emily ended up joining us as well. You know, joining for the chaos that is a breakfast with our family. She’s such a trooper!

After breakfast, we all headed to a massive Easter Egg hunt at our church in a nearby town (those of you not from here, it’s about 15 minutes from where we live). “Busy” is the calmest word I can use to describe our time there. The kids were so excited, bouncing off walls, and literally screaming their heads off, flying in every which direction.

Later that day, we all played outside until dark — Maya running feverishly for us to catch, Isaiah having a new found love for peeing off our deck (my God!), and Samarah barefoot with dirt everywhere.

Hope

Pure chaos, but also — despite the exhaust Ryan and I felt at the end of the day — I will tell you that I spent so much time on Saturday reflecting on a blog post I wrote in 2013 called, “Hope.” In fact, I have reflected on this post every single Easter Saturday since I wrote it in 2013.

The post was written back on A Gutsy Girl, so read it if you want HERE. If not, here is the summary:

Friday is the day when Jesus was nailed to the cross. Sunday is the day when He rises from the dead. So then, what is Saturday? Why does Saturday even matter?

Saturday matters because it’s the day when people had hope that Jesus would indeed rise again.

And today, Saturday reminds us all that no matter what season we might be currently in, our Saturdays always turn to Sunday. We can remain hopeful.

Building a Family

This week is National Infertility Awareness Week, and the theme this year is ‘Infertility Uncovered.”

RESOLVE wants to use this theme to raise awareness about the significant lack of access to family building options and emotional support for millions of women and men struggling to build a family.

I’ll write about these topics all week because infertility is one of those issues that women (and men) don’t talk enough about. And I believe that because we don’t, there is the significant lack of access to family building options and emotional support.

To kick off the week, I simply wanted to share that there is HOPE. 20 years ago, I could never have imagined that I would one day write a post about hope on Easter Saturday — alluding almost exclusively to infertility. But furthermore, I could never have imagined that within just some short months after that, our own Sunday would come — a baby girl named Samarah. She would be nothing like what they always told me it would be like.

And yet, it would be perfect.

Building a family (while still “infertile” btw) would be (by far) the best thing I’d ever do.

Join the magic and chaos, right where you need to be, HERE.

Xox,

SKH