Last week, Bob and I were traveling in our car. I turned to him and said, “Life is good.” And he agreed.
Despite our fights, our difficult journey of having a baby, a crappy diagnosis of diminished ovarian reserve, and in-laws that don’t support our marriage, life is still good. We are healthy. We have jobs. We have the means to save up money for IVF cycles and donor egg cycles. We have friends. We have Jesus. We have peace with our path. We have many things that we need.
Life is still good.