My parents came to visit (they live an 18 hour drive away and only see them a couple times a year) and the conversation of kids came up. I told them for the first time that me and my husband have been TTC and it's emotionally and mentally harder than we thought (it's been 4 months and we understand that that isn't too long). After a huge discussion about the struggles I felt connected with them on a new level. My parents struggled for 3 years to conceive me and never lost hope.

A few hours after they left I found this note in my book. 😭😭 I cried so hard and now have it stuck on our wall as a reminder each day.

🤞sending love and hope out there 🙏