You died on a Saturday. I remember thinking it was too beautiful a day for death; too beautiful for your slip from pink, to gray, to gold. But now I know Death comes, regardless of swaths of stars. Regardless of being held by the sun and kissed open by the wind.

All you need is a little to go a long long way. Faith Trust and Pixie Dust. Beginning of happily ever after. Now that little dude is over two months old and currently napping in his crib, I have a moment to write his birth story.

Life with newborns is exhaustingly awesome and occurs at a blink of an eye.

My miscarriage and finding hope in the darkness. I called to schedule an appointment with my doctor.

A story of loss, life, and not understanding why. The system is a very broken thing. I knew the system was broken before we became foster parents. I was not prepared for how broken it actually is. I have a feeling I am going to be walking into an ambush and the kids will be removed from our home shortly. I have a very bad feeling. I never thought we were doing something wrong or starting trouble. The wellbeing of the children has been our priority since day one.

Sharing my experience of recurrent miscarriage and infertility. Today, a very close friend at work announced her pregnancy and she is only a couple of weeks behind me.

8220;So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. I work at a high-end preschool. For the most part the kids are great! How hard it was to have their kids full time.

It would have been really traumatic if that had happened at home, or in the car.

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