Nothing could have prepared me for the beauty of your spirit as you came in flesh and blood and water. Nothing. The love I have for you is vast. It is overwhelming. On the day
As the one year anniversary approaches, I am starting to see that I have laid expectations on myself. I also feel that others may expect me to act differently. Somehow a year feels like a great marker in the
When I get nervous in life or death situations, I start babbling to the people around me. Or I throw up. I do best when strangers surround me for these reasons. Kind nurses with cool hands offering
So often, in my quiet moments when the blurring slows down, I find myself thinking: what if my life was just normal? What if my three year old could run around in the backyard? And
Mama grief is a difficult thing to make sense of. There are expectations I have put on myself. And society has too. We are a fairly traditional family. My husband works and provides for us.
