Once again the ride home was quiet. We just had short small every day conversation that really didn't mean anything to either one of us. Arriving home was just like every other time, we both went our separate ways Kendall working in his shed and me doing stuff around the house to keep my mind busy. At night we would lay in bed and watch TV and hold each other tight. That is usually when the tears started rolling in and Kendall would hold me and comfort me.
The following Sunday was quiet interesting. Like all the Sundays had been recently I didn't want to go to church. We were sitting on the recliner talking and the tears started to flow again. Kendal ls emotions started to flow too with the thought of me not getting pregnant. We held each other tight as I asked if he had ever thought about adopting a baby.
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Sheri,
ReplyDeleteThank you for this....it's funny that we often don't even know the half of what our friends have gone through, and are going through. I am anxiously awaiting more posts! I love you!
Heidi