2015 has been the toughest year of my entire life.
I am lucky. I have a roof over my head. The sun shines all year round. I have a faithful, loving husband. These are all good things for which I am deeply grateful.
But this has been a desperately sad year. I should be a mother by now. In fact, we should be parents at least two times over.
And yet we are still just us.
Our beautiful home is more empty than I could have possibly imagined.