This picture was my life about eight years ago.   We had these two precious boys 16 months apart, on purpose.  I thought I wanted a whole slew of kids, boys in particular, to play and have fun with.

Until I had two.  

It’s a story for another day, why it was such a hard year.  But suffice it to say, two major family tradgedies (with all the resulting fall-out) and a birth defect that went undetected for 6 months (which meant non-stop crying the entire time), totally rocked my new mama world.

I was so tired and emotional.  I remember thinking every day that I couldn’t make it through another day.  It’s all a bit of a blur now, but somehow I did.

I survived.

I had amazing friends, but I was too tired to call them.  I had a loving family, but they were all dealing with their own hurts and trauma.  So I …