March 10

I remember a time when March 10 was just another day on the calendar. The day after a sweet friend's birthday. The day to begin the St. Joseph Novena in preparation for his feast day on March 19. One day closer to my seniors last day of school.

March 10 is no longer just a day on the calendar. That all changed on March 10, 2022. On March 10, 2022 in a Buc-cee's parking lot in Baytown, Texas, I buckled my little girl into a car that was not mine and surrendered her back to her birth mom after loving her for ten beautiful months.

On this day every year since then, the memories flood back. I remember feeding her bananas in the morning in the cutest pajamas with peaches on them. I remember the quiet drive with her in the back seat with my sweet B. I remember going into the Buc-cee's before buckling her to buy a card so we could scribble a message to the birth mom with our phone number. I remember her sweet laughter from her car seat. I remember how quietly we left that morning knowing what we were about to do.

March 10 is no longer another day on the calendar. It is a day that changed me forever. A day marked with more sadness than I could have ever imagined. It is a day of fervent prayer for my sweet girl. It is a day filled with loss.

While I wish every day that she was still with me, I wouldn't give up those ten months of being her mom. For ten beautiful months, I got to love her. I would do it again and again if I it meant I got to be her mom.

So today, hug your babies a little tighter. Pray for sweet babies everywhere who have no one to rock them tonight. And maybe trust a little more today that God can really bring good out of all.