The journey Charlie’s parents have taken to get to parenthood has been a long and hard one. Their story is one of frustration, heartbreak, and loss. But, it is also a beautiful story of love, faith, grace, and, above all else, God’s faithfulness. Betsy is a much better writer than I, and has beautifully shared their story on her blog.
“I knew instinctively that God was trying to teach me something. The first lesson? That I had a lot to learn when it came to receiving God’s grace. My life had seriously been pretty easy for me so far. Don’t get me wrong. I am by no means discounting or minimizing the struggles David and I have endured throughout our marriage. However, none of them actually brought me down to my knees and cause me to throw up my hands and admit, “I can’t do this without you, Lord!” This journey to becoming a mom has done exactly that. That is what accepting God’s grace is all about. I can’t do any of this without His help. As strong, capable, determined, (and prideful) as I am, this life is too messy and painful to do alone.”
If you, or anyone you know, is struggling with infertility, I encourage you to visit Betsy’s blog.
Although I will leave their story to be told by Betsy, the story of how I met Charlie’s parents is one that I will share! And it is a story that starts 18+ years ago on a dock in the mountains of Northeast Georgia. (18+ years??? how. is. that. possible??)
As anyone who knows my family can attest, my sister was the one blessed with the “out-going Bolton” gene. And, thank goodness one of us got it, because while hanging out on our grandparents’ lake house dock one weekend, my sister waved down a boat with 2 boys that was flying past. The boat belonged to David (who you now know as Charlie’s dad). David and I became fast friends, and a few weeks later, on Labor Day weekend, he took me to something his church did called “boat church”. Boat Church was on a neighboring lake, and it was on that day that David introduced me to the tall, skinny, 16 year old boy that would become my husband. (By the way, it just dawned on me that I am writing this ON Labor Day weekend…huh!) So, to say that David is an important person in my personal life story… well, that is an understatement!
Fast forward a few years, and David introduced us to the sweet, petite, brunette named Betsy. I loved Betsy from the minute I met her (I am pretty sure everyone who knows her will probably say the same).
The four of us had fallen out of touch over the last few years, a lot in part to all of our moves with Matthew’s job. And, it wasn’t until Betsy posted a link on her fb page to her blog that I realized allllll that they had been dealing with over the past several years. My heart broke as I read of the loss they had endured. But, I was encouraged beyond belief that her story was not just about the pain, but the GRACE that she had experienced.
I am so happy that our lives have finally brought us back to a point that we could reconnect, and in perfect timing to be able to celebrate Betsy’s healthy pregnancy, and the birth of Charlotte Grace. Aka Charlie.
I pulled together a little slideshow of the Fresh48 and newborn pictures I took for them. Not something I normally do, but when you are the daughter of the guy responsible for introducing your photographer to her soul mate….you get something a little extra… 😉
Charlie, you are one loved little girl. Your parents fought for you, prayed for you, and were incredibly patient waiting for you. Welcome to the world Charlie!