Every month that thought, as the number continues to grow, in an instant brings me to my knees.
One year, nine months....
since you left my arms 33 days later. I had no choice other than setting you free. I had to let you go but let's be clear, I didn't want to.
The days keep moving. And moving. And moving.
I love this life. I love my baby Reid.
and in the same breath
I miss my Ruthie Lou, my sweet precious girl. My heart forever breaks for you. Sometimes I am pretty sure I don't have any idea just how much I am really broken from losing you.
While I absolutely, hands down, no questions asked, love THIS life, I equally HATE that my daughter is not here to share it with us in the way I planned her to be.
I am a mama to two children who I will forever love more than life itself.