I was cleaning my room and stumbled across the baby journal I started for our lost baby I hid from myself months ago. I reread everything I wrote, remembering the love and feeling I poured I to it. Every cursive stroke had purpose, to explain to the baby how much joy and happiness he or she had and would bring I to my life. How my family was finally complete.
It really put things in perspective for me.
12:30 a.m. - 2011-05-14
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