When I wrote this, I couldn’t have known that 5 days later I’d find myself hunched over the bathroom counter praying for God to quell the disappointment I was sure would follow. I couldn’t have known that that day would change me… forever. I couldn’t have know that I’d soon be staring at something I had never seen in the almost 10 years of marriage — two pink lines.
And I wrestled with this post, I really did. I wavered — back-and-forth, back-and-forth — on whether I should make it public. After all, it was a part of our story. But then I realized, this post wasn’t for me at all. This post was written for you — the one who has lost hope. Because as my fingers diligently flooded the page with the longings from my hopeless heart, something beautiful was growing inside — hope.
So, to you, the one who has lost the ability to hope, don’t lose heart because miracles DO happen.
Fight on, my friends. You have not been forgotten.
Welcome home, Baby Calavitta. We’ve been waiting for you.