Our Story

Once upon a time I was mom to a beautiful baby boy. In my heart I am still his mom. I still worry if he is eating well or warm enough but I can't fix it if he is not. I pray for him every night but can no longer tuck him in and kiss his little head. So far this fairy tale has no happy ending. I pray that one day it will but for now my heart is to broken to see how it can. This is the past story and the continuing story of the joys and sadness we have experienced and continue to experience as we pursue adoption through foster care

Friday, January 6, 2012

Christmas

Christmas was so much harder than I imagined it would be. So many times my mind would wander to how much he would love the lights. So many times I had to avoid any baby Isle or entire stores when shopping. Between the season and him turning another month older, another month I missed it was at time unbearable. What milestones was I missing? crawling or maybe even walking he was always so advanced. My hear aches for all the mile stones I have missed and all the ones I will miss. It aches for all the memories that will never happen, the pictures never taken.
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