Yes! Yes! Yes!
The one holiday that--made up as it is--does NOT involve children. There will be no adorable kids in costumes at my door begging for candy, there will be no cuties on Santa's knee, or folks with hands joined around the table counting family blessings, there will be no toddler's toddling through fields of spring flowers looking for Easter Eggs, there will be no days devoted entirely to Mothers and Fathers....today there will be me and DH and our love.
Nothing more and nothing less.
And since infertility stories are really the deepest and bestest love stories of them all (I know I'm biased) today is a celebration of something big. Something special. It's commitment that goes deep, love that survives repeated batterings. It's two people that are running an ultra marathon together, pulling each other up the steep hills when necessary, huffing and puffing next to each other, sharing cool drinks of water and sometimes amazing vistas along the mostly painful path, but never stopping running...
Today, we will celebrate us.
And I hope you will, too.
(OK, not celebrate US as in Mr. LC and I--but celebrate your own love story!)
3 years ago