8 Months

Yesterday marked the eight month anniversary of Lily's death. It was Superbowl Sunday. One year ago, on Superbowl Sunday, we found out that I was expecting. I can vividly remember the rush of feelings that we experienced that day as we stared at the row of pregnancy tests on the bathroom counter. We were beyond excited, and there was something kind of powerful about the two of us being the only ones who knew that I was carrying a child. I'm sure most other mothers can also remember how they felt on the day they found out they were pregnant. I don't ever want to forget those feelings. It was magical. Lily was loved and cherished from the very beginning. So, on the eight month anniversary, I am choosing to think only about that and nothing else because that makes me smile.