#TheStoryOfLogan

rise + shine morning ritual

This morning as I looked at my steaming cup of tea I could feel the steam lapping at my lips teasing me like a dream. A bit of unresolved mystery of a fleeting moment. A moment that feels so real, but is evaporating at the same time. So much of my life is like this…

The Missing Boots

As the seasons change and we enter into the crisper barren brown of fall, there's something missing from it in my heart that cannot be filled.

Stepping Into The Great Unknown

The power of scent for memory recall has continued to amaze me. I have learned so much more from this and am taking steps to no longer sit aside as uneducated to what I am placing on and in my body. I am doing more of my own research and finding more sources. I know I am not alone, I am the 1 in 4 (miscarriage) and 1 in 160 (stillbirth) who have known infant loss.

A long overdue thank you

I had every intention of writing this thank you months ago, but going back to the hospital in my mind is a place I can't go often. It's something I carefully have trained my mind to avoid to stay functional. In order to properly say this I needed to: I know that you did not…

The Depth of Sibling Love

I'm continually amazed at how my 4 year old navigates this grief and death stuff better than me and most adults. Moments like National Siblings day make my heart break. I know she's not the only child most see, and I know she will always remember she is not. Last week at a Disney ice…

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Learning to Stand Again

Easter and the celebration of heaven is reminding me I'm one day closer to being able to know for myself. One day these hard questions will be answered. Although we may all stray we will one day be finding our way back home. We are all dust and to dust we shall return.

Hoping For A Rainbow

There is no safe time of pregnancy to announce where loss isn’t a possibility. I know that no matter the length or outcome of this pregnancy we won’t get through it alone. It takes a village.

Holiday Blues

Sometimes the sounds of Christmas are just hard. I don't know if I will ever fully be able to listen to silent night without breaking down. There's moments that make it such a mixture of guilt, sadness, anger, love and joy all mixed together. It's not always easy to navigate them. I feel like I've…

The Unfilled Stocking

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care. It’s been staring at me these past weeks thinking of what Logan needs. He’s not needing toys or clothes. So instead I’m filling his with memories for him and for us.