Happy Anniversary: Three Years, Infertility, and Wedded Bliss

Today is my 3rd Wedding Anniversary.

Three years already! It's hard to believe how fast time has gone by.

Each year, we take a photo to commemorate the anniversary of our wedding. Winn isn't terribly interested in these photos. Especially since we use a camera timer and tripod, which makes the process...interesting.  

On the one hand, it feels like I just met Hubster yesterday, on that wintery February day while I was wearing my Carhartt bibs and winter coat, dealing with a broken down pick-up.

On the other hand, from the day I met Hubster, I've felt like I've known him my whole life.

Weird, right?

On my anniversary in particular, I find myself so incredibly thankful for my husband. He is the answer to every prayer I ever prayed for someone to share my life with. More, really, because I never imagined finding someone so perfectly suited to me.

God is good to provide, and Hubster and I are so grateful for that.

Despite facing fertility struggles, Hubster and I are so thankful to have one another. Our marriage isn't perfect, that's for certain, but we are perfect for one another, and we were brought together by the best Matchmaker. And as we deal with the fact that we haven't been able to get pregnant yet, we cling to the fact that we have each other, and that's something.

It's easy to forget, while you stare at the negative test or the blood on your panties, that you are not in this alone. While the trauma of infertility is often targeted at the wife in a more concentrated way, our husbands are going through it too. They are picking up on our devastation and they desperately want to give us what we want. They want to be fathers too, even if that desire isn't the same as our desire for motherhood, if for no other reason than our different biological make-ups.

Hubster has been my rock through this experience, and I think of how often I take that for granted. I may not be able to have a baby, but I have a husband who loves and adores me, who provides and leads me, protects and cherishes me. That's no small thing.

So in the face of loss and disappointment and frustration, I stop today to remember how wonderful my Hubster is. How wonderful my marriage is. How wonderful my life is, regardless of the fact that I am still not a mother.

Plenty to celebrate on this anniversary.