I walked in on my husband last night. He was sitting on our bed with his head in his hands, crying. He quickly wiped his tears away when I walked in and tried to act okay, but I didn’t want him to. I didn’t need him to. It was his turn to be broken.

We started trying to conceive a few months before we got married. We had been together for five years already and we both knew we wanted a house full of kids. Nearly 4 years later we are still waiting for our family 💔

He has always been strong for me. He has always been my optimist, my silver-lining-finder, my person. But in this moment, he was completely broken.

And I appreciated him just as much in this moment as I did all of those times he was there for me.

So there we sat. He let the tears flow and I held on tight.

He doesn’t always have to be strong. I hope he knows that - and I hope all of our men know that ❤️