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Small Bump

Last week, it was four years that I sobbed and prayed as our wee baby left me. There were many days of hazy sorrow as my body recovered and as we came to accept that our little one was gone. Knowing that to all outward appearances we appeared fine but feeling so...

Teardrops

Their birthdays are ironically close together. Perhaps this is why I rarely think of one without the other. One, carried beneath my heart for too short of a time. The other, the daughter of my heart. I think of them at random times, like this morning in the shower...