Looking back on these 13 years of infertility and loss, I have wondered how I learned to live without being able to have children for so long. The truth is that I haven't. I am still very much feeling like I was just told that I would not have children without the help of another woman and many thousands of dollars. Both of which I do not have.
I do have a husband who loves me so much. I have a home that I am comfortable in. Just yesterday we finished installing my much wanted wood stove. I have always loved the comfort and warm of a wood fire. It brings back so many of the chldhood memories of sitting around the old wood stove that my father made. My childhood was not a very happy one, but I did find joy and good memories in the cold winter night that we would cook on lay around the family room watching my mom crochet.
My dad would be in his old ragged recliner dozing. It was quiet and peaceful.
I am thankful for the few that follow this blog and for the precious comments that make a bright spot in my sometimes very painful days, both physical and emotional.
For that I am thankful and blessed beyond words. You know who you are. You don't know what you mean to me, or what you have done to help me begin to heal. I cannot tell you, but I will say that you have been like sisters to me. Thank you......
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I am thankful for YOU, my dear. Thank you for opening your heart and soul to others on your blog. I wish for you all of the happiness in the world.
I agree, Amy. The pain of infertility is just as fresh for me today as it was after my first loss so many years ago. Time eventually changes my perspective on things but it doesn't really heal.
You are special to me too. I'm so glad we are bloggy friends! You are often in my prayers.
P.S. My in-laws have a wood stove and it is very cozy! :)
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