Miracles

June, Ezra and I were able to meet up with Jane, her boys, and the Kershaws today.  

We had so much fun catching up, venting, and generally enjoying the warm, fall afternoon. 

As I looked at our growing babies smiling up at us from a blanket on the lawn, I realized I will forever be grateful for the friends that we made in our Peninsula ward.  

As we struggled with infertility we found ourselves surrounded by almost a half dozen close friends who were also holding their breath each month, praying for miracles, and trusting in the Lord's timing.  We cried on each other's shoulders, angrily ranted when things that made sense medically still didn't work out, and screamed with joy when good news finally came.  

I remember tearing up when Jane told me about not one, but TWO, little flickering heart beats, and 4 months later we celebrated together again as my REI doctor passed me off to an OB.

It seemed unusual that our ward had so many people dealing with infertility, but looking back I know it was NOT a coincidence that Talin and I were led to our little apartment in San Mateo RIGHT on the boundary of a ward FULL of people that loved us, accepted us, and supported us when we needed it the most.  

(On a side note: our old ward now has 5...that's right 5 sets of twins! Just think about how crazy fun that nursery is going to be in about a year! HA!)