To my aunts and cousins who are constant reminders of her love for me.
To my mother in-law who graciously and lovingly tries to love enough for two grandmothers and who has adopted me into her heart as her own.
To my dear friends who are more like sisters and encourage me to be a better mother and wife.
To my clients, who I've had the honor of witnessing become mothers for the first time or who have welcomed their seventh with still the same awe and wonder as their first.
To mothers who held their babies briefly in their wombs or arms, but forever in their hearts.
To the mother who has only seen her baby on the computer screen, adoption binder, or in her dream.
My prayer for you no matter if your baby is still being knitted safely and secretly in your womb, or growing in your heart across the globe, keeping you up at night as an infant or a teenager, through the icky and sticky, the heartaches and disappointments, the terrible twos and the tumultuous teens, the prodigal son (or daughter), or the boomerang kid who can't seem to find his way-
is that you will feel encouraged, love, joy, support, hope and peace in your heart and in your mind.