I awoke this morning to find my world blanketed in a layer of fresh white snow. The kind of snow that sticks to everything, and makes everything beautiful.
A fresh start.
Of course, by this afternoon, the snow on the roads will have started to melt. The ugly, brown slush will appear and the beauty of the snow will be tarnished.
Much like what happens as you realize that you are struggling to conceive.
At first, the idea of having a baby is a beautiful thing. You gleefully throw away your pills, and caution to the wind. You laugh with your husband and giggle about how much "fun" it is to try.
But as months and months go by and those two lines fail to appear, a little bit of the "fun" starts to wear off. You suffer through countless announcements of pregnancies and baby showers. It seems that everyone *but* you is pregnant. Many tears will be shed, and possible fights begin between your loved one...all because you're NOT pregnant.
Yet, because of a four letter word, that begins with a "H"...every month is like a new snow. H-O-P-E, hope. Hope allows you to pull up your boot straps and get back on that horse. To *try* again. To soldier on. To not give up.