It’s day 144 of my picture a day weight loss journey and today’s post is dedicated to my fourth baby, a precious chid who was lost at eight weeks gestation.
My sweet Shiloh,
I love you. With all that I am. Im sorry we never got to meet. I know you are safe and well and better loved that my feeble heart could have ever loved you.
But I still ache with the sorrow of never having held you close. Or smelled your precious hair. Or kissed your tiny head. I don’t pretend to understand how time works after death. But if you’re waiting for me, just know I’m on my way. It may take me a little longer than either of us would have liked, but I will see you again, my baby.
And when I do, I will hug you to me with a hug that carries all my years of missing you in it. I will kiss you to me with a kiss that carries all my years of loving you in it. When I get there, you will know me and I will know you. And my sorrow for you will be no more.
Until Next Time My Friends,
The Taylor of All Trades