Hoping for some sensible and comforting words. I know I'm lucky in all sorts of ways, I'm just having a moment.
My husband died ten years ago (at 27). Life has gone on, and got better. I have a brilliant family, and lots of support still from his family.
We didn't have children, and so I began proceedings to be approved to adopt on my own. I've been approved, and am now at the start of being matched with a child. It's stressful, but all good news and exciting ... But some evenings, I just really really miss my husband and wish we were doing it together.