One year ago today, I had these three seemingly perfect embryos transferred to my womb. It was against the doctor's advice but we decided to take our own path, not wanting to transfer two and leave one lonely little being on ice.

These three embryos were not the first. There were two that took up residence in my uterus before them. Those previous two did not stay. And we cried with hurt and despair. Of the three that were transferred a year ago today, only one, a very special one, decided to stick around. One beautiful and resilient little piece of hope opted to stay with us and put our pessimism to rest. And we cried and rejoiced, with the knowledge that our personal choice was the right one.

A year ago today, our life turned a very difficult corner. One that we are forever grateful for. A year ago today, while not yet having a name or even a certainty of a real existence, our hope became Eisley.