My non-IFer friend's post about our wait.

I'm in beautiful tears after reading the post one of my non-IFer friends wrote.

You see, we've shared our story about our struggle and although there are quite a few that know a little of what we have gone through, I definitely wonder just how much my non-IF friends understand.

Until tonight, when a friend who has three sweet babies, all under three, who has been married nearly as long as we have, wrote a post about me.

And our wait.

And I cried.
Because even though she may not understand the pain fully-the way you could only ever understand if you had walked the road of IF-she sees that through our struggle, all these moments leading up to meeting our sweet little one has us seeing things from a different perspective than say, someone who hasn't had to wait .

Now, instead of trying to explain, I'll simply post what she wrote...

I have a friend named J. I went to her baby shower today.

J has long blonde hair like Repunzel and big blue eyes. She received lots of gifts today at her shower: pacifiers, handmade bibs, diapers.

But she also has a very special gift -- an uncommon gift -- one that took a long time to create.

It's the gift of perspective.

You see, J and her husband have been trying to get pregnant for four and a half years -- since they were but newlyweds. They visited many doctors, said many prayers, shed many tears -- week after week, month after month.

And then one night, to her surprise, she saw for the first time in a half-decade, a pregnancy test that said: pregnant.

Pregnant.

For many of us who conceive babies fairly quickly, it's easy to take this miracle for granted. Sure, we think babies are a gift -- but J. She knows.

She knows how many little miraculous things have to come together just perfect at just the right time to make the miracle of life. She knows what it's like to wait. And wait. And wait some more. And she knows that really, it's not up to us anyway.

And so she delights. Unlike any pregnant woman I've ever met, she delights in every movement, every pound, every morning sickness, every milestone. And her baby girl who is soon to be here is named after the very thing that kept J and her husband going strong these past five years: Faith.

As her faith grew, her Faith now grows — and what a reminder to us all.

Every child is a miracle.