Elizabeth and Edgar met and married within 6 months. Edgar spent the first year of their marriage without the intrusion of a job because Elizabeth’s father had generously provided financial resources for them to travel and live together to get to know each other. He’d wanted to provide a good foundation for a strong marriage.
Elizabeth’s father didn’t have that luxury when he was young as he found his fortune when Elizabeth and her sisters were young. He was one of the most wealthy people in the town having devised a system to funnel shipping materials up the coast where they lived in Canada.
When their year of travel was over they settled into a home 3 blocks away from Elizabeth’s parents. Her parents had helped them purchase the house because as her father used to say, “We want to be close to our many future grandchildren!” Then always adding, “Where are all those babies?”
He didn’t know that Elizabeth and Edgar had been trying to have a child since the night of their wedding. Heartbroken she was not with child before the second year of marriage, each time she heard her father utter the word “grandchildren” her heart broke a little more. She knew Edger would be the most fabulously proud and engaged father and she longed to experience parenthood with her beloved.
Years of doctors and theories about why her body wouldn’t produce offspring had taken their toll. She’d included a good fair amount of following old wives tales to induce pregnancy too. The most humorous one was the tale about the moon being in a certain position, with sprigs of fresh herbs above the bed at the same time her legs had to remain in their air for just the right amount of time “after” their attempt. None of it worked.
To make his wife feel better 4 years into their journey Edgar decided to surprise the woman he loved with an afternoon visit from a hairdresser. She didn’t feel in the mood, but was touched by his gesture so she agreed. She did fancy the look the hairdresser had created. Later that evening she noticed that her new hairstyle looked familiar. She’d been staring at it for the better part of 5 1/2 years of her life.
Feeling pretty and thus romantic, Elizabeth planned a special evening for her husband who’d always accepted her and her non-child producing body. It was a good night by all standards held for those married for over 4 years.
Nine months later Elizabeth gave birth to a beautiful girl they named Clarissa. Edgar proudly posed for the picture that his father-in-law would arrange, always declaring that Clarissa was the world’s most cherished, love and wanted baby. Clarissa and her grandfather had a special bond, having grown out of his close proximity to her and his daily walks to see her and play.
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