Tuesday, May 1, 2012
I was planning on writing about our day out yesterday, but when I woke up this morning the heaviness of May hit me like a freight train.
Stupid month with your flowers and showers and bursts of sun.
I'm not the only one who stares down May with loathing.
Way back two years ago there was a knot of us who came together to mourn our spring babies.
As time has passed the knot has grown, and I now know so many lost babies my heart is positively bursting with tiny hands and feet mothers and fathers the world over wish they could kiss.
Driving around town today tears welled as if on cue.
It's May, they said, time to cry, mourn, remember.
This is my season of grief.
And I want to take a moment to thank you for being here.
This place is my heart and soul; these thousands of words comprise my person.
Thank you for reading about my life, my Charlotte, my Bennett, my hopes, dreams, fears, and grief.
You are in my prayers.
And as the days lengthen, as anniversaries pass, I remember your babies, and think of them running through a field chasing butterflies with my Charlotte.
Sweet toddlers, loved babies, we miss you.