I spent the day helping my parents get ready for their third annual Farm Bash. I remember last year helping Dad bring some tables back on a big hay wagon. Mom spotted me riding on the wagon, holding the tables from sliding around and started sputtering with disapproval because I was 9 weeks pregnant. One year ago at this same party, very few people knew why I was beaming with happiness. You all commented that Sweet Pea was so lucky to be born into such a great family.
It is a very warm and happy memory….but it weighs heavy on my heart.
I’m pretty sure there will be quite a few of these “one year ago” posts in the near future. My upcoming FET is the emotional agenda as well. Feels a bit like entering dangerous territory emotionally speaking. Hope you’re all feeling up to a turbulent fall.
Sweet Pea would be almost 5 months old now, if he’d lived.