My first Mother's Day with my beautiful rainbow baby. It was low-key, and it was perfect.
It was hard to get through the weekend without a tugging ache in my
heart though, because I couldn't stop thinking about my dear friend. She
should be holding her brand new baby today. But she isn't.
I gave myself 5 minutes alone in the bathroom to shed some tears for Jack, and then I went into Emerson's room while she slept and held her so close. Her sweet angelic face, her perfect features, her tiny hands remind me of how blessed I am, and how blessed she is to have a guardian angel and big brother looking out for her always.
Because even with the crying, the sleepless nights, the stupid teenage fights, the bad decisions, the expenses, the headaches, the annoyances ..... there is someone out there who would die to have the chance to have someone call her "Mom."