Today was “fun”… part way through Christmas shopping at Target I broke. I was near the back of the store and tears just began streaming down my face. Afraid I couldn’t get to the restrooms at the front without making a scene, I found a corner and hid as I waited for the wave of sadness to pass.
I shouldn’t be buying presents for just one son.
I stand there staring at things my Tanner loved. I have to hold them. I have to touch them. And then, with tears, I have to put them back. My heart is aching for the baby I lost.
To echo what Trav recently said: This is hard.
It is so very, very hard.
I love you, my baby in Heaven.
