Today is Father's Day. While I usually greet this day with open arms for both of my Dads, a large part of my heart is sad today. Not because my Dads are no longer with me, though.
I'm sad today because I have been unable to make my husband a Dad. He will be such an amazing father, and I'm sad that my body has failed both of us - three times. Yes, I desperately want a baby, but my husband does too. He hasn't really verbalized it until recently (due to protecting me in my grief), but he wants children too. It's not just me here. It's both of us wanting to expand our family of two to more. It's a dream and a plan we both have. It's a dream and a plan that feels so far out of reach though.
I am hoping and praying that my husband will be a father this time next year. It will be the best Father's Day ever. And I can't wait.