Grief · spiritual growth

Feeling Twenty-Two

A baby girl was born twenty-two years ago: flawed, imperfect, and desperately wanted. Her little life ended before she was two, and because a Momma never forgets, on this, her birthday, I am feeling twenty-two. It’s twenty-two years with her, but not. It’s twenty-two years of her here, then gone. But that’s not all it… Continue reading Feeling Twenty-Two