it is important to talk about these things for women who have been through it, to heal. and for women who haven't, to be educated. these things happen. sometimes we don't know why. it's not in our hands.
i am the face of loss.
A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam
And for a brief moment its glory
And beauty belong to our world
But then it flies again
And though we wish it could have stayed…
We feel lucky to have seen it.
Author Unknown
i think of my little butterfly often.
i can feel his little soul with us.
one day we will be reunited.
until then, we can only remember him and honor his short life in my belly.
I got this book to read to Lyla and baby brother on the way, so they know they have one more brother to meet one day.
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