It’s been one month and one day since my little one was born earthside, and heaven-born about a week before.
My heart still aches.
There isn’t a day/hour/moment that goes by that I don’t think of my baby.
And while time doesn’t heal all wounds, God sure does.
We have joy, and peace, and comfort while we mourn, knowing that we’ll see our little one again. We just have to wait a bit longer than 9 months.
And it’s getting easier, but there are still moments.
Moments that tug at my heart, bringing tears and rawness. Moments that remind me of the loss of our dream.
A piece of me will always be broken.
But I pray each day that God uses that broken part of me to teach me how to love; to love others, to love my family, and to love Him.
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