Today my sister called and told me her dear friend lost her baby just 32 hours after birth.
Life is so precious.
If anything came out of my miscarriage in May, it was a softening of my heart and a vulnerability that I had always forced myself to push aside out of insecurity. I was talking to my sister on my phone in the middle of the grocery store and couldn't speak. My tears were overwhelming me and it was for a person I have never even met. A breaking of the shell I had hammered to my heart over these past years cracked loud and clear in my mind today.
My love for my living children swelled and I was reminded how abundantly blessed I am. And I was reconnected to my child in heaven, remembering how much of my love now resides above me.