June 28, 2014 bombarded me with so many emotions I thought I might literally explode. I cried, laughed, had butterflies, cried some more, was filled with hope and fear at the same time, felt my heart breaking and swelling. I will always remember it as a day of extreme beauty, the kind of day that impresses upon you the fragility of life, reminds you of the value of your relationships, and whispers to you to wake fully to the thrill of your journey on earth.
It was January of 2014 when I made the decision to resign from my job. I had been dreaming about it for months, wondering what life would be like without the daily, unending stress. Wondering if I could make a living doing something entirely different. Wondering if I could just quit and figure it out along the way. Knowing on some deep level that there was a struggle on the horizon that I would need all my stamina to navigate.
In order for anyone reading to get a full picture of the what of our story, particularly since I'm writing about this in past tense, I figure I should write a series of posts that simply break it down. This four part series of posts will be like your guide to the what, when, where and how we ended up with our miracle daughter.