Rocking babies I never dreamed that one day my life would look like this.
I never imagined that one of those tiny bodies I held close to my mama heart would not outlive me.
Now I sit in the same rocking chair in the dark, thinking about how so many things I wouldn’t have written into my story are now part of it.
And if I’m honest, it can easily overwhelm my heart. It can carry me to a place of despair and desperation where there’s no room for thanksgiving-not the holiday OR the feeling.
Here we are-the eighth year of holidays without Dominic-and I’m no better at it than I was at first.
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I hope you still had a good birthday, and that the year ahead will b richly blessed.
So much of what you wrote here resonates with me: heart easily overwhelmed, can carry me to place of despair, figured out how to do the day, mechanical plodding etc. Still you (and I) CHOOSE to refuse to let the darkness win and CHOOSE thankfulness even when it’s hard.
I like that you said Sometimes thanksgiving is a sacrifice…Nothing comes easy anymore after child loss…..Thx for all the encouragement…..so appreciated….
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