It’s not the outcome I wanted. I wanted to walk in those hospital doors with a misbehaving Herald (my heart is such a big part of my life, he deserved a name, right?! LOL), and walk out with a well-behaved Herald. Well that didn’t happen. I left with a tiny bit of hope implanted in my chest (literally). I was given a permanent heart monitor (linq recorder), which I will wear up to three years- until they find a cause for my heart’s rapid beating. Although it’s not the hope I was hoping for, it’s something. Usually after every disappointing appointment, I would leave questioning God. I would get mad…
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You got the man, and I’m jealous.
The love of my life is standing in front of me, he kneels down, and removes a box from his pocket, and opens it facing me. The ring is beautiful, just like this moment. It’s everything I ever could have imagined and in that moment, I know God orchestrated this. He planned each second, and it’s amazing. I’m happy. Except, that hasn’t happened yet. No, don’t cross out yet. It will happen, just hasn’t yet. I feel like we’re in the middle of ‘everyone change your status to in a relationship on Facebook, and let’s post our new engagement ring photos, and such’ season. My feed is being filled with rings, and…
