My son was stillborn. He died before he drew breath. It's been almost four years since I felt him kicking inside me. And today a photo of a sleeping baby boy with a teddy bear left me sobbing in grief.
Still.
My sweet niece had a baby this week. A precious boy. But when I saw him with his teddy bear
I am raising 6 boys, Tater is 17, Tang is 15, Itty is 14, Birdy is 9, Ptah and Rah are 6 year old twins. They are amazing, gorgeous, incredibly smart, witty and clever. They are also unruly, they are a mob all by themselves, and they terrorize my home every day....
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Love you! Sending ((hugs)) and prayers your way.
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