I just ran into this line from “Kafka on the Shore” by Haruki Murakami, which I had read a while ago:
“Once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
This line made me think about our journey to build a family. We are right in the middle of the storm and I don’t know when or how we’ll make it through. But if we do make it through, we certainly won’t be the same persons we were when we walked in. We are already different from the persons we were when we walked into the storm.