I am lucky boy to have lived so long without having my heart break. I had always wondered, idly, what it would feel like. I was sat on the sofa with P when yet another baby programme came on the television. As she sank into upset I put my arm around her. “Don’t worry” I told her, “we’ve still got plenty of time. You’re not to old yet.”
She looked up at me and said “I don’t believe that any more”. Then my heart broke.
My husband reads what you write and he nods in a knowing way. Your writings are like a conduit between us and I wish I could tell you something better or something different, but I can’t.
Thanks heather. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be blogging about it and it would all be much worse.
Just read this. Love to you and your sweet lovely wife. We’re rooting for you two all the way from Bellingham, WA USA
Thanks CM
and here, you touched mine. your writing is beautiful, as is your marriage and love for your wife.
tons of positive thoughts to you both.