For the past week I have been posting something that I respect about my husband each day. I challenged myself to see past all the dirty laundry and unorganized dishes to purposefully and intentionally respect my husband in a way I never have before. Each day I grow to love him more along the way. Today though, was a little different. I know I haven’t written a post in a while, and even though I have 4 unfinished drafts, this one seemed most important to share today. Yesterday I woke up, after a previous day full of cramping, to another miscarriage. Believe it or not, I’m at peace this time. Maybe the shock of it all hasn’t passed through yet, but truly, I am okay. I am plenty busy with the two children I have already, and I haven’t had a quiet moment to myself. I don’t want one yet though, I might be afraid to let it sink in. But that’s not the point of this post.
Today I shared what I respected about my husband on Facebook, and now I wish to share it with you:
“What I respect about my husband Day 6: He does everything he can to protect me. With our miscarriage yesterday, he has been trying his best to protect me. Today he came home from work, with a yellow balloon with the name Fiora written on it. (Just like last pregnancy he just “knew” the baby was going to be a girl.) After my miscarriage 4 years ago we released balloons into the sky to say goodbye to my angel baby, so today we released the yellow balloon- and as a family, we said goodbye to our angel baby. After my daughter released the balloon, we as a family of 4, sat on the grass and stared up in the sky for a long while, until we could see the balloon no more. This is the man I married. He’s my rock.”
I couldn’t be more grateful for the man I have by my side each day and night. This is how I know I’ll be alright.