Sigh. Boo for heartache. Boo for hard. I've thought that too many times this month. And I sat down to tell you boo about my heartache and my hard. Because I can so relate with
this girl, and
this one, and countless others about what they are going through. And I know I do it too. Subconsciously I get sad. My heart knows that a year or two {or who knows how long}ago, it was broken. I was devastated that a part of myself disappeared without knowing why or without any way to make it better. I sat down to tell you about me losing my last little 8 celled wonder baby and my hopes of experiencing pregnancy ever again 2 years ago and how it still breaks my heart. Because it still does.
But guess what? I'm sitting here trying to think through my sad thoughts I try not to think. And guess what I'm thinking of? Of all of the happy things I have in my life. I'm thinking of the sunshine we have been lucky enough to enjoy this month. Of my other cute little test tube baby in the other room watching The Land Before Time because dinosaurs are one of her favorite things. Of my husband who puts up with every bit of me and loves me even when I'm off kelter because of my hard things. I'm listening to some good music, and I'm thankful for great friends. I'm thinking about how far I've come this past year. And I'm realizing that maybe my heart isn't quite as broken as it was last February. Or the February before that.
So I still say boo to heartache and hard. But today, I am happy. I can be happy for my knowledge that Families are Forever. I can be anxious and positive for my new adventure our family is taking. I can be happy with myself and the simple fact I'm happier. I can be ok with the fact that I won't feel that way every day. But I'm thankful for the gift of feeling that way today. On a day that breaks my heart.