Even though I consider myself the ultimate planner, Sam and I have tried to tell ourselves "That everything happens for a reason". This has become our own little motto when things don't turn out as originally planned. It actually has been very easy for Sam, he's not much into making plans and speculating what the future will bring. I've learned to semi- embrace this philosophy mostly because everything has always worked out in the end for us. In the last 2 months this motto, that we have used to comfort ourselves during unexpected moves and when a wrench is thrown in the plan, has blown up in our faces. No matter how I look at it I can't justify or find the "reason" for us not having a baby. Maybe someday this reason will become clear and give us some comfort.
Sam and I in 2004!
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