Healing My Heart

 This afternoon, Christian came home from work and took me out for lunch.

I never turn down an opportunity to go to lunch because, as it turns out, 

feeding myself is one of the most challenging parts of this pregnancy. 

Nothing ever sounds good to eat, and Christian literally makes me eat-

sometimes feeding me as tears roll down my cheeks.

Not going to lie, I am grateful that he babies me, especially 

when I feel so dramatic.

Driving around in his truck with the windows down, 

feeling the breeze on my face as I lay my head out the window is a breath of fresh air.

The air is turning cooler, which feels like heaven.

After lunch, I sat in the truck and watched Christian water the cows, 

and move them to a new pasture while sipping on my ginger ale.

Also, it's so sweet to watch the baby calves nurse their mamas. 

It's healing my heart.