This blog is chock full of posts about my struggle with infertility. It's all just words, mainly sad words, occasionally angry words, and often words full of so much longing. Words can't express the joy of pregnancy, the amazing feeling of being a mother, and words certainly can't describe the connection my husband and I shared while I was pregnant.

This week I went through my pictures and I found one of myself when I was pregnant with my son. This picture captures the love my husband and I had for one another that blossomed as beautifully as my body did (and yes, I'm so full of shit, aren't I? :P).

And curious about the heart? My husband did that with a candle. :)