To start off with, here is a picture of the view from my hammock in the back yard.
Last night, Manly and I decided to smoke chicken wings for dinner. After he started the grill, we curled up in the hammock and just spent an hour talking while everything cooked. For us, time to just sit and be together with no distractions and no deadlines is scarce. I really don’t remember what we talked about; I made a point not to bring up IF. A few weeks ago, we were talking, and he mentioned that it didn’t seem like it had been trying for two years already. I’m amazed that he doesn’t feel it like I do, but I want to be able to protect him from the anger and unhappiness that I feel as long as I can. And if it means biting back the words during the time we have together to relax and be happy, I will.