I have been sitting here for a few minutes reflecting on the past year. What a year it was. We had some high highs and some low lows. We traveled, a lot. This summer was our #summeroffun. And man did we indulge. We also endured a tough loss over the holiday season. Plans were made. Plans were changed. And as usual, life forges on.
I love the new year. It’s clean. It’s fresh. There is something peaceful about knowing you can hit reset. It’s easier in the new year to start something new. Change things you want to change. Clean up. Clear out. Shape up. There are 365 days of possibilities ahead of you and it’s exciting.
So, 2018. Here we are 5 years into our marriage. The thing I treasure most. We work hard at it. We love big. We laugh and cry and talk and try and go on as many adventures as possible, and man have there been a lot of adventures.
But it’s time for another kind of adventure. The big one that has scared me to my core for the past few years. It’s funny how something I want more than anything is also the same thing that terrifies me.
We have been doing the same thing for 4 years with the same outcome. That’s the definition of insanity right? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results?
So this year. This month we embark on something I have been against since day one. The thing I have been running from all along; we are going to try IVF. There I said it. It’s out there and I can’t take it back. God has led us to this decision and I have to put all of my trust that HE will be there, before us and with us and after us. He is already there. And in that truth, I can rest.
So, cheers to 2018. May it be our greatest adventure yet.