...and I'm loving it lately. Maybe it's the 78 degree weather we had today, or the tulips blooming on the west side of my house, or the fun out-of-town/hiking/exploring weekend we had, but today was one of those precious days when I wasn't sad about my childlessness.
B and I did a lot of laughing together this weekend, and we talked about everything except our infertility. It was perfect. I wonder if infertile couples often forget how to just enjoy one another. Your entire purpose as a couple becomes reproduction, and all the other beautiful aspects of marriage just fade away in the endless pursuit of baby-making. And each successive disappointment seems to chip away at your relationship. I'll admit our infertility has left me with scary questions, such as "is God not letting us get pregnant because I wasn't supposed to marry B?" This weekend was an amazing reminder of all the ways he's so good for me, all the ways we're a great team, all the joy God has placed in our hearts, regardless of our circumstances.
At least for today, I'm content.
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