“Look, a baby pineapple! No, two!”
I took pictures.
H took pictures.
And it wasn’t until I looked at his pictures that we both thought “maybe they’re from our babies”
We also saw a rainbow, with the extra bonus that it didn’t even rain where we were (although it was raining cats and dogs when we saw the pineapples).
I keep seeing little girls in cute summer dresses or tiny rash guards. And I realized that, no matter what happens next, I will always miss two little girls.
Today is Bereaved Mothers Day, and/or Infertility Survivor Day. I’ve been thinking about all your little ones that didn’t make it, that aren’t here yet.
Somewhat related, unless you have a WordPress blog I haven’t been able to comment – this is a real vacation, sans laptop. But I’m still reading along and thinking of you, hoping for you.