My phone had a sweet way of reminding me that a year ago on this date, I held my little eagle for the first time. I can't even put into the words the emotions that ran through my soul upon holding in my arms the child I carried in my womb for nine long months. I'm glad we captured the moment that showed our rawness.
I still can't fathom a world without him. I never wanted to believe that my life wouldn't have both of my little ones in it. It's hard. It's hard being a mother who lost her child. Some days are harder than others. Today is one of those days. The memories hit hard. I can almost feel his tiny body molding to mine as I held him to my chest. I can hear his soft, little cries. The pure goodness of the very cry I longed to hear when he first enter the world. Instead, I only hear my own cries as I long for the one I lost.
Yes, today is a hard day.