Awesomeness

This weekend, three of my girlfriends from college came to visit us! Carissa, Karisa and Megan were my roomates (two for three years, one for two) in college. Carissa visits us often (which we LOVE) but Karisa and Megan I don't get to see as often. Karisa hadn't met Lydia, so I was thrilled she could come. I always appreciate that people want to come and get to know Lydia despite how hard it is. And then, there's Megan.

This is Megan and her sweet baby girl, Molly.


Megan, the bravest person in the world, ventured to CT this weekend to spend some time with me DESPITE the last blog post I wrote. She actually called me on Thursday night and told me she wasn't coming, but I coerced her into it. Mostly by crying.

The thing about Megan is that she's me but living in New Jersey (don't hold that against her). Megan and I have many life similarities. Our moms were born on exactly the same day in exactly the same year. We both went so small, private schools, both became teachers at that same small, private high school and both married boys we loved in high school - a week apart (our friend Karisa got married the same day as Megan. It was insanity).

We both had difficulty getting pregnant. I just couldn't and Megan could get pregnant but had multiple miscarriages. Finally, last winter when I found out I was pregnant, I dreaded picking up the phone to call Megan who was still not pregnant. Of course (because she's awesome) she was so excited for me and put me ease.

Two, maybe three weeks later, Megan called to tell me she was pregnant. This time, the baby lived and Megan carried her to full term. This is us being pregnant and awesome a month before Lydia was born.


Her beautiful girl Molly was born less than a month after Lydia and she is a healthy, happy baby (despite having the crazy eyes).

You can read the whole, quite amazing story of all God did in Megan's life over the course of the past two years on her blog. It's sixteen chapters of awesomeness.

I was really nervous about having Megan and Molly come this weekend. I'd met Molly once before, but it was when Lydia was doing really horribly and I cried and cried and cried when they left. But this time, I had a lot of people praying for me.

I didn't want to hate her or Molly for things they had no control over and I certainly never want to jeopardize my relationship with Megan who understands me a lot better than a lot of people do. She knows so well what it feels like to have the things you want slip through your fingers, and to try to reconcile the goodness of God to the confusion left in your heart.

I want to have a relationship with Molly too. It will be hard, but it will be worth it. When Lydia isn't here anymore, I want to be able to celebrate Molly's life and not hide from it. I really wanted to have pictures of her with Lydia so that when she gets older I can tell her all about my little girl.

So in addition to going to IKEA, watching movies, watching Glee, eating enough junk food to put to shame any high school student, and felting (my new favorite hobby, pictures coming soon) we took pictures of our girls together. In matching pajamas.




It was a quite amazing weekend with lots of people I love.

Thanks girls, for coming and spending time with the insane. I needed it.