I was about 15 weeks pregnant, and the only signage I was really looking for was "women's restroom".
The place was magical, spilling and steaming over with the secrets of the earth.
Buffalo were as numerous as cattle. You could tell when a family had first arrived to the park by the way they screeched off the road snapping photos like there was no tomorrow.
Bears.
There are few places in the world where you feel like the air you breathe is connected to the core of the earth.
Along with the bubbling and rumbling of the ground, there were dry, lifeless places. Baked earth, barren. I hoped I wasn't like that.
Through the smile, I can see the strain and weight of the previous year on my face. We had legitimate reasons to fear that the little life growing inside of me would not survive.
These were difficult paths to walk. Though, there is Jude down below. Can you see him?
And now these many months later, we are thankful for our journey and Jude's healthy thriving life. Every cry is a joy and reminder of grace.
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A pictures is worth a thousand words, especially the one where we are all staring into the distance.
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