Its been 3 months today since our sweet baby went home to be with Jesus. Words cannot express what my heart has been through. I miss the milestones the baby and I were going to have together. Every Wednesday I think to myself how many weeks I would be, I would have been 26 weeks this week. I am thankful for the comfort of knowing I’ll meet him or her one day but as a woman on this earth now that feeling sometimes doesn’t comfort me completely. I’m thankful my sweet Molly. I cannot imagine going through this without her in my life. In more ways then one, things won’t ever be the same again. When you’ve held your sweet little one at just 13 weeks again, you don’t look at this world the same. Politics, arguments, theories… nothing is the same. Nothing means as much as it did before and other things mean more then ever. I love my daughter more and I catch myself being a normal frazzled mother and reminding myself “she’s here, she’s perfect, be thankful”. I am thankful. Thankful I got to experience pregnancy again, thankful I was able to carry the baby for that short period of time and thankful to of had my sweet husband, family and friends surround me with their amazing love. God is good to us when it comes to family and friends. Its been a crazy 3 months and although if I could I’d change almost half of it, I’m thankful for where I am today. God is good.

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“And I want you to know, my dear brothers and sisters, that everything that has happened to me here has helped to spread the Good News.”

Phil. 1:12