In almost exactly five months, I should be meeting my son. I'm so incredibly blessed. I realize the magnitude that I can say this. My heart breaks for others who are waiting to be able to experience this expectation.
It's strange for those two ideas to mingle together in my heart and mind.
Loss and blessing.
What could have been. What (we hope) will be.
I don't have to be sad to honor the loss. I can be sad. But that's not the only appropriate way to feel. I'm trying to figure out what that means for me. I don't really even know how I feel.
I do know I want to remember my daughter. I'm not sure how that looks in this next season.
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