A Letter To My Husband
Dear Husband, Maybe there’s a future waiting for us with small faces that reflect our own. A future where it takes more than two minutes to load up the car and leave the house. One day we might be swept up in the busyness of little hands and hearts that are oh so cute and oh so needy. One day we may be trading our regular coffee dates for cold instant coffee left forgotten on the bench. And late nights out for a bed and bath time routine. A future where the juggle of work and family and friends is constant and overwhelming. Or maybe not. We have prayed and hoped for a future that looks like this for what feels like forever. The days turn to weeks to months to years so easily. Somehow becoming numb to the disappointment and bad news but more sensitive and worn down as time goes on. Familiar glances between us when friends are enjoying their babies. A small rub on the back to check in that I'm coping. The sting of the question, “So when are you guys having kids?” I hate that I can f