We went to see the trains at NorthPark. If you are ever in Dallas with little ones at Christmastime – you can’t beat the NorthPark Mall. So fun, so decorated, so jolly! (Hint:  Go to the train exhibit during the Santa Story time – no lines!).

It was a strange Christmas Eve for me.

I am always applauding Meg over at Whatever, Ree at PW, AshleyAnn and Carissa over at Brown Eyed Fox for keeping it real – for their brutal honesty about how life really is.

I’ve struggled about posting this for a week, but now that both moms know, I will share… I had a miscarriage Christmas Eve. I was only nine weeks along, so I didn’t have to go to the hospital or anything. I just felt miserable and slept a lot. I didn’t tell anyone around me until Saturday for fear I would ruin their Christmas – or maybe that I wouldn’t be correct…. I kept trying to talk myself into thinking that it might be something else, but inside I knew.

I’ve had friends and family that have had sad and tragic experiences and this was nothing like that. But. I feel so sad. I had admittedly had baby fever for quite a while. Praise God that I have two healthy, beautiful children. Hmmm….

Well, as I hit the Publish button tonight, I am really putting it out there. It doesn’t help anyone for me to be fake. And it certainly doesn’t make sense for me to leave something like this out as I chronicle my life and my journey through Arizona.

So, if you’ve been through it, please keep me in your prayers. If you are going through it, know that you are not alone.

That night, I was more thankful than ever for Mary, Mother of our Savior. Her willing spirit. Her genuine gift of trust. She gave her entire life to be a vessel. What an amazing example of love, strength and trust we have when we glance into her heart!