Six Word Memoir

I know.  You're thinking, "Right, LB!  You've never said anything in six words.  EVER.  Even at birth, you screamed, Let me out of here before I have a complete meltdown."  I have to admit; this was challenging.  However, after 50 gazillion attempts, here it is!  Poetry.  LB style.

Infertility, God's test.
Faith.
Perseverance.
Blessed.

If you'd like to play along, hook up with my girl, Mama Kat at Mama's Losing It for her weekly writing prompts.  They rock!  And she does, too!  Real talk.

He's Six!

This extremely handsome little dude with no front teeth is six years old today. 

Nearly seven years ago, I camped my happy ass in some stirrups while my husband "worked" in the den of love in order to give me an injection of the most beautiful specimen in the world!

Nothing sucks more than infertility.  It was one of the hardest things to endure.  I prayed and prayed and subjected myself to daily fornication (without the pleasure) followed by pillow props, leg-lifts, and temperature readings.  In desperation, I tried everything from standing on my head to acupuncture.  Finally, when I could take no more, God intervened and gave me this...

Ahhh...  my beautiful miracle

~*~*~* HAPPY BIRTHDAY, E! *~*~*~ 

You are the greatest Christmas gift this mama could ever get.