I came across a post on Instagram today that mentioned miscarriage and it took me to a whole instagram thread on miscarriage that was very touching. One person had gotten a little star tattoo on her belly and I was thinking how neat it would be to get two littlearks( not sure what) on my wrist to remember. It's odd how I kind if blocked that whole thing out happening within three years of my life. But maybe that was how I had to work thru it all, God did do his healing within me but at times I think about it and wonder what if. Many dont even know the burden randy and I carry in alittle part of our hearts but I know and I have the songs that when they come in the radio remind me of the little munchkins that will be awaiting us in heaven. Love u both <3
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