Belle Haven Drive.
I have since moved from this road’s city. But I spent many, many early mornings running the streets of this city … and passed this road. In my head I didn’t hear music blaring through headphones to get me through the miles. Instead, I heard the sound of my own thoughts. I felt the quickened pace and ache in my heart for a baby. I talked to myself, reasoned with myself, pleaded with God. I spent so many hours and so many miles running through the pain of infertility. But I always remembered this road’s sign. It is a token of my journey.