Since I started this blog (hmm of all about a week ago) so many people have got in touch to share their own TTC stories. Stories of hope, joy and heartache. Stories of couples who tried for 18 months before success, others for 10 years (I don't know if I could hold on that long), and some, like us, are still trying, waiting for the miracle to happen. But the common thread in all these stories is despite the sadness, the desperation, and the medicalization of our bodies and sex-life, you gotta stay loved up. So today my post is all about never losing that lovin' feeling:
Holding hands has never meant so much to me.
Mutual support, reassurance, love.
The hug, it's the best medicine in the world.
Ain't no anti-depressant that works better.
Ah, the kiss.
Kissing is good. It brings joy to my soul, it affirms life.
Going for a walk everyday, just the two of us.
This is our time. Just to talk. No phones, no emails, no distractions.
We fall in love again, every time. There is lots of kissing on these walks too.
No, it's no bed of roses. I won't lie, there are fights, there are tears, there are harsh words spoken in anger. But there is always love.
And strength.
