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I miss my man.
Due to a pile up of bad financial decisions, my husband has worked two jobs most of our marriage.
We had decided early on that he would bring home the bacon, and I would keep the home fires burning. My man worked long hours without complaint to make this vision happen.
He was tired. So was I. We fell into a routine of existence, and life passed us by.
Then we lost Gabriel.
After three healthy babies, I was sure we would soon be holding another when a pregnancy test confirmed my suspicions the day after Mother’s Day 2010. My husband joyfully shared the news as I anxiously awaited the fluttering that would begin telling me about the baby growing within the safety of my womb.
A week before Father’s Day I started spotting.
An ultrasound confirmed our fears.
No heartbeat.
My man took off from both jobs. He helped me walk when my legs wanted to fall. He held our children as they cried for the baby sibling we never held.
Many precious moments occurred during that time of intense mourning.
When my husband returned to work, we were far from better, but a wonderful change had taken place within our family.
Our children looked at their daddy as a hero again.
And I . . .
I remembered how much I miss my husband while he works all the time.
Something’s gotta change, I decided.









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