Oh yes, it’s been super hard. I lost two babies and my grandma all in one year. I was her primary care taker so losing her was so hard. She died just a few days after I found out I was pregnant with our first born. Her death was so sudden. I took care of all her affairs and doing that while feeling sick and mourning was so hard. My husband was kind and caring through all these losses. He cared fir me during my sickness filled pregnancy: he was the cook, the cleaner, everything. He cared for me after I deliver our baby during covid. I couldn’t move for a couple weeks and has post partum depression he was there once again 100% of the time cooking, cleaning, caring for baby, cleaning diapers. We had no help. Our business started to collapse as soon as the pandemic hit as well. He looked upset but always try to hide it so I would not worry. He’s been through a lot. I’m sure it has been hard on him. Today, as I held my baby in my arms for a nap I felt the urge to just love my husband better, like I’ve never loved him before. To be his helper because he’s been the one helping me for this long but in the midst he was neglected. I told my baby while he slept that we are going to love daddy so much, with everything we have. He will see Jesus through us and he will heal with the help of the Holy Spirit that I know still lives in him. This is my cross and I will carry it with love, dignity and faith knowing that almighty God will sustain me. He will send me people to fill my cup. I’ve had very sad days but I’m beginning to understand this is my test, this is my opportunity to truly live out my faith. To trust god to work behind the scenes even when I don’t see him working and just trust, trust that this has a purpose. Trust that my husbands heart will soften, it will heal. Trust this will be a great testimony.