Proof The Bible Is True

It was my husband’s idea to celebrate my 34th birthday with a vacation trip to Yellowstone and the Teton Mountains—on our Honda Goldwing motorcycle. Steve lived and breathed motorcycles. In nine years of marriage, I’d learned to like them, too, but a three-day journey from our home in Wisconsin was proving to be a long ride. “We’ll finally get some time alone together,” Steve had said. “What more could you want?” For me, there was one thing more I wanted. A baby.

 

Tests showed that Steve and I were both capable of having children, but so far nothing had happened. And it wasn’t for lack of trying. Steve was resigned to letting nature take its course. But I wanted us to be a family. A family with kids. I’d tried talking about adoption, but Steve always said it wasn’t an option for him.

 

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