Again

We waited a year. A year to do all the firsts without Sarah. A year to be angry, sad, and accept. A year to want no other baby but Sarah. But now... Now we know there is still so much love to give. And the only way to do that is to start the journey again. Brave, hopeful and scared. And pregnant, again.

Space

So many wonderful friends and family joined us on Black Friday at the cemetery for Sarah's stone unveiling. It officially marked year of mourning, a year of everything moving way too fast and at the same time creeping along, dreadfully slow. 

My kids did well at the ceremony, and eventually, when Rachel became antsy, I reached into my pocket to find a distraction. Gloves, tissues.... And a shiny pink jewel.  Which she promptly place atop Sarah's marker. (You can see it nestled on the right side of the stone.)  

Never has such a crammed space felt so comforting to look at.