Rooted in Trefoil to Rooted in Sand

Hi friends and family.....last weekend Tyler and I attended the Out of the Darkness Walk for Suicide Prevention and I personally had an eye-opening experience. We were there to volunteer our time with some of my other coworkers and the turn out was remarkable. Tyler and I passed out beads that were different colors and every color meant a specific type of loss. Friend. Spouse. Sibling. Relative. Personal struggle. Prevention Support. Child. So many colors. It was so hard to have people approach our table, look over the list, and tell us what color they needed. Some people cried as they spoke their color choice, some were stoic, some were quiet and would just point to the color they needed. It was such a rewarding time in many ways as hoards of people came together to celebrate those they lost but also to bring awareness that suicide is preventable. There are so many groups, medical treatments for those who suffer with depression, anxiety, all the things that could drive someone ...

It is finally hitting me, head on. Our struggle with infertility is real .  I didn't really want to think that it was real. It was just there. A part of our lives but not a realistic part. The whole idea that, my body just was being stubborn and it'll magically happen was where my mind was at. Now, it's just a slap in the face. I don't talk about it with my friends, because normally I'll hear "It'll happen" or "Stop stressing about it". I love my friends, and I know they mean well. At times I tell myself the same things. I've spent tons of time watching YouTube videos on other people's journey. A lot of hope is out there for us. We just need to grab it.  It's difficult to imagine taking a break from starting a family. It's something that we need to do. Focus on our house, and building our marriage. . . but it's always going to be there in my mind. I want to share a prayer, that I have prayed on numerous times. If...