"You're so strong."
"God doesn't give us more than we can handle."
Right. My reply to the above is very rude and sarcastic, so I'll let this post speak for me instead (although he does talk about punching people in the face-yeah! Glad I'm not alone in that sentiment.). I found it through a former classmate on Facebook who is now a pastor.
[Sorry about the weird font size. I can't change it.]
I am enjoying my self-imposed "link-up-to-other-posts-instead-of-writing-my-own" October schedule. I can rely on other people saying what I feel, only in a caring, compassionate manner, instead of the angry way I express myself. It's a breath of fresh air, isn't it? Relatively speaking, of course.
My blog was pretty quiet for a few days, because Shannon and I went to San Diego for a long weekend to celebrate a friend's recent wedding. Everything about the weekend was wonderful, although we missed our little sweetheart. It was the most time we've spent away from her together.
However, I'm certain that nothing will "top", timewise, the twenty-seven days I spent away from Caroline in the hospital, at least until she turns eighteen or so. Although I still saw her every day then, SHE spent twenty-seven days at home without her mother. That experience is always on my mind when I leave her now.
Tomorrow is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day. I'd love love LOVE to see many pictures of candle flames tomorrow.
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