People have babies every day.
There are always pregnant women around every corner and newborns in
pumpkin seats screaming in shopping carts.
I notice these people and these newborns more because of what I have been through.
People I know will continue to get pregnant and have children. I will always be happy for them, but it will always be difficult and make me miss Norah.
Life on earth is not everlasting. People die--old and young.
My daughter died and last week I picked out her headstone....
My son got too big for his crib, and we had to take it down and get him a big bed. I cried with every single piece we unscrewed.
Life goes on for everyone but me right now.
My son got too big for his crib, and we had to take it down and get him a big bed. I cried with every single piece we unscrewed.
Life goes on for everyone but me right now.
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