My family and I are camping at the place where I first found out I would lose my angel baby. This is a collage of pictures I took that May weekend. It's been 5 years, but the memories still tug at my heart. Life is precious, no matter if it's 8 weeks in utero or 8 weeks breathing this earthly air.
Praying at least some in our society never forget that, even if it seems that some have.
Life is a gift.
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