2009 B.C.

 My life before this year was pretty simple. I was married and happy. Rodney and I started our relationship in 1999, and for the next ten years we were falling in love, playing, fighting, making up, getting to know each other, and getting to know ourselves.

In 2009, we were new home owners. We both had jobs we enjoyed, and when we came home in the evenings, we liked to relax, maybe invite a friend or two over, cook out, and maybe have a few beers. Life did pretty much whatever we wanted it to. Wanna go on a road trip? Or sleep in until noon? And so it was. We liked to go listen to live music and eat out. We often talked about having children, but it was more in the context of "what else can we cram into our lives before that step is necessary?" We were both pretty intimidated by the very idea of having a baby. But...I had this little whisper in the bottom of my heart. Sometimes I would just talk louder or make a bunch of noise so I couldn't hear it. But, every time things got quiet and I was alone, there it was.
 
and sometimes it made me cry.