I have started a post about Valentine's Day many times. The first was a complaint about how my husband and I don't have anything planned and I am worried that the romance is leaving or relationship. I just sounded whiny.
I then did some time researching the history of Valentine's Day, which is rather bloody and uninspiring. I played around with that a bit, but it wasn't flowing right.
Then, I thought about this post from Kathy Benson, who truly defines the meaning of Mother. She said that Valentine's Day would be special this year, because Molly's heart is still beating.
And I thought about this post from Zoe and Lennox's Mom. It is a heartwrenching post on grief, but at the end, it is also a tribute to the love that she has for her husband, Shannon.
Still further, I reflected on all of the wonderful women that I know that have had some bad news these past few weeks. Jumping to mind is Maria, who wrote this post just two days after her negative beta. The love that she and her husband have for each other is truly inspiring.
These are the true stories of love. Valentine's Day is simply that: a day. Sure, flowers and chocolates are nice, but they are not what makes a relationship strong or keeps someone's heart beating. If only it was that easy. No, the true measure of love is when things are darkest and you can turn towards each other and pull each other through. Alone, you might not be strong enough, but together, you can find the strength. So here's to all of us out there, with battle scars from IF that pierce our hearts. What I want to recognize this year is that we are all still here. Despite sadness, loss, discouraging news, heartwrenching decisions, and everything else, we are still here. That is something to celebrate.