Ah, yes. The things that I'm not ready to talk about. I am ready to talk about it. But, it seems not here. Why is that? Is it that big of a deal? Sure, it is. It's my life. It's his life. It's our life. We have made some big decisions. These sorts of decisions are never easy. They're complicated and messy. They're heartfelt and the ache to the core of your soul.
You can't discount the history and the sadness. And the rollercoaster ride of life; yet alone infertility. You can't discount the hidden pain that one doesn't share. You can't discount courage and the ability to know when enough is ENOUGH. And I know, enough is enough, at least more than I can bear right now.
There is so much that I have ignored in hopes of getting one step further. One heartbeat closer. And, I haven't. I just added more emptiness to my basket.
But, I've woven this basket of hope. This basket of love. This basket of light and friendship. This basket of beauty. This basket of desire. This basket of LIFE. And this basket is going places.
