One baby in heaven and having walked years down the road of infertility, I used to ask the question, “Am I a mother?” I don’t ask it anymore. I have the answer. A few years ago a coworker came running up to my desk with a smile on her face and excitement in her voice. “A greeting card you wrote has been nominated for an award!” I asked what kind of card it was. Baby Congratulations. As she walked away, I leaned back in my chair and pondered the irony. Then it seemed God’s voice whispered right in …
