Constant Reminders
Scrolling through my facebook feed, all the beautiful,
smiling families
Livingsocial email for a family portrait session
Faith and family night at the ball park
Mother’s Day
Father’s Day
Instagram filled with babies, ultrasound pictures and bellies
Birth announcements, pregnancy announcements, and even graduation announcements
Baby shower invitations
“Baby on Board” window sign
A father and son playing catch in their front yard
A family getting dressed up for Sunday morning church
First and last day of school pictures
A pregnant woman in line at the grocery store, dinner, mall, everywhere
A beautiful family walking with their dogs and pushing their stroller
Niece’s and nephew’s birthdays
A facebook post about beautiful son or daughter
A friend’s newborn baby, or pregnant belly, or toddler
A child’s laugh…a child’s cry…a child…
Every single thing and more feel like a punch in the gut every time I see or hear any of them. The pain inside me grows every single day. I beg God to give Dusty and I children here to raise. Every single day, I feel further and further from that ever happening. If it doesn't, I don't want to be here. It hurts too much. Every day life just hurts too much.
Livingsocial email for a family portrait session
Faith and family night at the ball park
Mother’s Day
Father’s Day
Instagram filled with babies, ultrasound pictures and bellies
Birth announcements, pregnancy announcements, and even graduation announcements
Baby shower invitations
“Baby on Board” window sign
A father and son playing catch in their front yard
A family getting dressed up for Sunday morning church
First and last day of school pictures
A pregnant woman in line at the grocery store, dinner, mall, everywhere
A beautiful family walking with their dogs and pushing their stroller
Niece’s and nephew’s birthdays
A facebook post about beautiful son or daughter
A friend’s newborn baby, or pregnant belly, or toddler
A child’s laugh…a child’s cry…a child…
Every single thing and more feel like a punch in the gut every time I see or hear any of them. The pain inside me grows every single day. I beg God to give Dusty and I children here to raise. Every single day, I feel further and further from that ever happening. If it doesn't, I don't want to be here. It hurts too much. Every day life just hurts too much.
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