That word has resonated so much with me over the past few years, throughout my pregnancy with Parker, and as I fully dove into motherhood. I'm not exaggerating when I say grace has saved me many times over this past year.
I've been granted grace when I've least expected it, yet always when I needed it the most; grace from God, grace from friends and family, and grace from Ben.
Grace has revealed itself through food, through thoughtful gestures, through friends who stick even when you're not the most available, through gentle phrases like "it's okay to feel that way," or "let me help you."
This five-lettered word humbles me to my knees, yet can make my heart soar.
I started thinking about another tattoo after we lost Cece - but I never settled on something that felt right, so I let it go.
I don't remember how I thought of it - there wasn't a big moment of "yes, this is it!" but rather a realization one day that I'd already decided on the word. It was designed by an internet turned real life friend, and the tattoo itself was an early birthday present from my oldest friend. (Can you see the grace in that?)
And it's our girl's middle name. I know she's smiling down on us and every time I see this now I smile back.
Grace upon grace upon grace.