As I laid on my husband’s chest and listened to his heartbeat I began to feel a little sad. I hear my heartbeat all the time and it seems to be no big deal until there is something wrong and I thank God to still be able to hear it. I became a little sad because I thought about our little ones, my little ones that I miscarried and how I miss my heartbeats. This post is not to harp on the sadness that I and countless others have felt during times like these and/or others when heartbeats become faint and then no more from senseless violence and other…