My beloved

I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.
Song of Solomon 6:3

This month is a hard one for me.  I would have been nine months pregnant and my due date would have been next Tuesday.  Dave and I would have had our baby room ready for our new addition and anxiously awaiting his or her arrival.  I still cannot fathom the love a parent has for a child.  I loved our little one so much at 11 weeks, I cannot even imagine seeing them grow and falling more and more in love with them every day.

I'm okay, though.  Patiently awaiting God's perfect timing and I fully trust Him (some days more than others).

I am thankful for all the understanding people in my life.  Sometimes I wonder if they ever get tired of hearing about my baby (who once was), thinking in their heads you should be over it already.  I don't know if someone could ever get over it fully.