Momma in the Valley

  We lost our Bailey a year ago. There still are not words for that loss. However, now we get to celebrate every day with this little booger and teach him the preciousness of life. We get to laugh with him, cry with him, pray with him, and grow with him. My prayer is that he will be a simple man who loves God, country, and family. We are going to make mistakes, little man, but we love you more than we could ever say.  

  A year ago, I found out I was pregnant. A year ago, we were looking in awe at a pink line on a pregnancy test, imagining what our child would be like, who they would be, what they would accomplish. We told the grandparents and had them celebrate with us. We planned how we would tell others. I took pictures of my belly to begin the journey. But then it all vanished, including that pink line. I went alone to the health department, thinking it was just going to be a test and I’d get a phone call later. I didn’t know I would be calling my husband to tell him we didn’t have our baby anymore. I had no idea how quickly our lives could change. I didn’t know how deeply I could love in a moments notice and how much despair I could feel over losing someone I had not yet met. But I also had no idea how much love would surround us or how many people had experienced the same heartache. I also had no idea what God was preparing us for. I didn’t know my heart was stone until I had a baby who could m