Today is hard.
One year ago today, we learned that we’d lost our first baby – just shy of 12 weeks along. A blink of the eye in the span of a lifetime, but those 12 weeks overflowed with excitement, anticipation, hope and unsurpassable love.
It all crashed around us on January 29, 2017. We walked into the emergency room at 4p hoping everything would be okay. And we left at 8p knowing it wouldn’t.
I knew this day was coming, and didn’t really need to mark it on the calendar because it’s etched on my heart. I thought about what I could do to commemorate, to remember. Something small and simple to mark the day and acknowledge we haven’t forgotten.
This morning, I lit a candle in his or her memory. Fig + Vanilla. My favorite scent. One that permeates my memories of last winter and the ways we made our home as comfortable and cozy as we could, then bundled up against each other and tried to heal.…
