six months

Six months. Half a year. 26 weeks. 184 days. No matter which way I count it, it’s hard to believe that six months have passed since our sweet girl was born an angel. I planned to buy those cute stickers you put on your baby’s clothes each month. You know the ones…1 month, 1 months,… Continue reading six months

WOOF

I want to get a tattoo. Many of my “new” friends have tattoos in remembrance of their babies. Names, footprints, heartbeats. And they are beautiful. I don’t have any tattoos. I have never been against them, just didn’t have any good reason to get one. That was before my daughter died.  I’d say she’s a… Continue reading WOOF