1 year, 8 months, 3 weeks and 5 days ago at 8:55 pm...my little girl was born silently into this world.
It sounds simple. It sounds short. It's anything but either of those things. It's grief. She didn't just have death, she had life and her light shines through those that love her still. This is her story and it didn't end 1 year, 8 months, 3 weeks and 5 days ago.
At the encouragement of family and friends, I'm using this little corner of the world to tell our story. There are tears, there are smiles, there is death but beyond that, there is life; both hers and the life she gave us, the lessons she continues to teach us. While the story didn't twist the way we would've planned, it is ours.