While I was browsing the TTC forums, it was comforting to read the stories and comments from other women who are trying to conceive. It reaffirmed that we are just starting out, and that there is no need to panic yet.
And then I saw a link to the most beautiful music video …
I Would Die For That
by Kellie Coffey
Jenny was my best friend. Went away one summer. Came back with a secret She just couldn’t keep. A child inside her, Was just too much for her So she cried herself to sleep.
And she made a decision Some find hard to accept. Too young to know that one day She might live to regret.
But I would die for that. Just to have one chance To hold in my hands All that she had. I would die for that.
I’ve been given so much, A husband that I love. So why do I feel incomplete? With every test and checkup We’re told not to give up. He wonders if it’s him. And I wonder if it’s me.
All I want is a family, Like everyone else I see. And I won’t understand it If it’s not meant to be.
Cause I would die for that. Just to have one chance To hold in my hands All that they have. I would die for that.
And I want to know what it’s like To bring a dream to life. For that kind of love, What I’d give up! I would die for that.
Sometimes it’s hard to conceive, With all that I’ve got, And all I’ve achieved, What I want most Before my time is gone, Is to hear the words “I love you, Mom.”
I would die for that. Just to have once chance To hold in my hands What so many have I would die for that.
And I want to know what it’s like To bring a dream to life. How I would love What some give up. I would die … I would die for that.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)