This time last year, I once again sat in the pews of my church watching all the mother's be recognized and silently grieved. While mother's should totally be recognized, there was always something so painful about knowing that it wasn't me-again. But you know what, I had a choice. To either cry the day away, selfishly wage war within my own heart, ignore the mother's in my own life, or be strong for myself, my husband, my future children, and celebrate the day. For we have been given another day to hope, to pray, to believe that this soon will be us no matter how our babies get here. Here's wishing you a Happy Day and know that we are praying right alongside you for your own baby story to come true.