I was privileged to have participated in the most recent issue of Offscreen Magazine. It was a section titled ‘Way Back When’. The image above and text below are my contribution. If you haven’t purchased Offscreen Magazine before, I highly recommend it. The quality and content are second to none.
Day 30 was just like all the other days. The sun creeping through the window didn’t suggest any pending miracles, and even if it had I wasn’t going to let it wake me from the slumber that represented my peaceful escape from a long reality.
It seemed like a lifetime. If you’ve experienced infertility, you know exactly what I mean. Babies seem to appear out of thin air, just not the air that you’re breathing. For us, the air never changed as days turned into weeks and years. 
Two years, to be exact. For two years there was nothing. 
Then, one day, my wife heard a Voice. “Be still for thirty days”, it said. We were young and busy, working full time jobs and enjoying active social lives. “Being still” would take some work. My wife took a leave of absence, put her life on hold, and waited. We waited.
When she woke me that morning, I could tell everything had changed. She’d flung open the curtains, and the sun that tried to wake me earlier filled the room. The air was sweet, and this time it was for us. This photo is of our son, Owen. Today he is seven years old. Sometimes miracles take a lifetime and sometimes they take thirty days.

I was privileged to have participated in the most recent issue of Offscreen Magazine. It was a section titled ‘Way Back When’. The image above and text below are my contribution. If you haven’t purchased Offscreen Magazine before, I highly recommend it. The quality and content are second to none.

Day 30 was just like all the other days. The sun creeping through the window didn’t suggest any pending miracles, and even if it had I wasn’t going to let it wake me from the slumber that represented my peaceful escape from a long reality.

It seemed like a lifetime. If you’ve experienced infertility, you know exactly what I mean. Babies seem to appear out of thin air, just not the air that you’re breathing. For us, the air never changed as days turned into weeks and years. 

Two years, to be exact. For two years there was nothing. 

Then, one day, my wife heard a Voice. “Be still for thirty days”, it said. We were young and busy, working full time jobs and enjoying active social lives. “Being still” would take some work. My wife took a leave of absence, put her life on hold, and waited. We waited.

When she woke me that morning, I could tell everything had changed. She’d flung open the curtains, and the sun that tried to wake me earlier filled the room. The air was sweet, and this time it was for us. This photo is of our son, Owen. Today he is seven years old. Sometimes miracles take a lifetime and sometimes they take thirty days.

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