I was so thankful to start a new year. At the same time, the second the clock struck midnight a tiny part of me ached. January has been on my mind since the last week in April.
Tomorrow is our baby's due date and I'm heartbroken. I thought it might be easier the second time around but oh it's not. I can't tell you how badly I wish this story had a happy ending.
In my last post I talked about finding something each day that fills me to the brim with gratitude and I'm going to try so hard to do the same tomorrow. I'll be very honest, a larger part of me wants to sleep the day away and not wake up until it's over.
If you have a chance, please say a prayer for us. Michael puts up a good front but I know he's hurting too. There have been two instances when I woke up feeling especially encouraged and only later learned someone specifically prayed for peace for me the night before. I've been praying for peace all week.
Even though we will not meet him* tomorrow, we are so grateful for this sweet baby's life and can't wait to meet him in heaven.
*or her--but I always knew it was a boy