It’s crazy how much changes in one year. And it’s just as crazy how much doesn’t change.
In June, I wrote a little post on the joy grandparents must feel, and more so with a rainbow child. July it sank deep deep into my soul that the same God that took our daughter home was the same God that gave us our sweet boy.
September I got reminded of a different hope.
In November something happened that made me rethink everything.
As Christmas approached, and festivities danced on every side, I tried to capture the reality of the unseen- the world that is entirely your own, when you’ve lost a child.
Such a beautiful, bittersweet year.