Smiling gets easier on the outside. I wonder when it gets easier on the inside.
I ran into a friend today. We were pregnant at the same time. Our babies born a couple of weeks apart. Her baby just started walking. I smiled and touched the baby's little hand.
My heart pounded and I could sense my breath threatening to leave my body. The tears carefully hidden just beneath the surface. Felix was with me and I knew we were thinking the same things, wondering about our own boy. Feeling the same undeniable pain.
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This blog will chronicle my first year without my son. We had him with us for just a short while. I'm creating this blog with a heavy heart and I'm hoping by the end of this first year I will have a little peace.
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