Last night I was laying in bed, not sleeping (common occurrence), and revisiting my thoughts and feelings from the day. On the first Sunday of every month, Mormons dedicate an hour of their services to something called Fast & Testimony meeting. We fast for two to three meals and donate the money we would have spent and call it a “fast offering.” The donation goes to families who are down on their luck and need a little boost. During the service, any members who would like to, are given the opportunity to “bear” or express their personal testimonies in relation to the gospel.
As I wrangled my now nearly 14-month old baby-toddler, I was once again hit with the impact of that tiny human. I thought I knew love before Baby Zog. I love Sir Zog. Marrying him was the best day of my life. And then the day I gave birth to Baby Zog, replaced that. His birth-day is the new best day of my life – but only made possible through the first best day of my life. This is not to diminish the first one. Rather, to honor it. After all, the first-best-day, is the source of all my best-days-to-come. Continue reading