Some days are harder than others

I know there's hope for us, but some days, it just seems like everyone else's joys of motherhood is getting shoved in my face. Some days are just hard. The worst part is it's like a car accident. I can't not look. I have to know about everyone's pregnancy and baby news, and then it just makes me feel worse. I'm happy for them, but it can still hurt.

Anyway, I came across this last night. I thought it was very fitting.

Happy Easter

The older I get, the more Easter means to me. I'm grateful for my Savior, who has atoned for us. He not only atoned for our sins, but he went through every pain, heartache, injustice, sadness that we experience in life. I'm grateful to know that He understands the heartache of infertility, of wanting something so desperately that seems to come so easily to others. I'm grateful to know that He has experienced the sadness of having to send my husband away to a foreign country for two weeks. I know He lived and died for us. Happy Easter everyone.