06/12/2026
Reminded of a few moments that came up in my most recent birth.
When the two women who I wanted to come witness and support me through this birthing experience walked in the door, I remember hugging both of them and weeping tears of gratitude.
Grateful that the long-awaited day had finally come.
Grateful that my body was doing what it knew to do so wisely and beautifully.
Grateful that I wasn't alone.
Grateful for these two beautiful women (and my husband, of course) who surrounded me with so much love and strength in my most vulnerable time.
Grateful for everything unfolding just as it was meant to, in its perfect time.
Grateful for each wave that came - literally speaking out, "thank You God, thank You God" after each one.
As his head was crowning and I knew we were so close now - "thank You God."
When his body came shooting out into the water and pulling him up right onto my chest - "thank You God".
I've always known gratitude to be a powerful tool and it possessing the ability to shift and change things on a cellular level, but this most recent experience really drove it all home for me.
Being grateful for the intensity and each wave that would come somehow transformed it into something beautiful that I could embrace as opposed to something I was fighting and running from.
Birth being a microcosm of the macrocosm - so in birth, also in life.
Grateful for the hardships, the pressing, the challenging moments that somehow reveal even mor
And grateful for the ease, the peace, and the beautiful moments in between.