If you feel like every moment is a choice to go on, I understand.
When you hold your friend's new baby and wonder what it would be like if you could be holding your own, I ache for you
When you rejoice in the girlieness of my daughter I wonder if you are wishing to see your own little girl twirl in pink just one more time.
When you see that 12 year old boy doing such a good job protecting his sisters and your eyes well up because you imagine your son doing the same to his little sisters, I just want to give you the biggest hug in the world.
I don't always have the right words to say when you open up your heart a little bit about your angel child, but I feel honored every time you do it. And I wish you would do it more.
And do you know what else?
I think you are so beautiful in your mess.
You are strong in your grief.
You are loved in your tears.
You are respected in your bravery.
You are so loved on this horrible, hard, crushing journey.
And you are my hero.
I am on a journey to know Jesus better, and be the wife, mommy and friend that God created me to be, all within the walls of my own little home. <3