we'll always have Paris
This picture taken at a happy moment in France just makes me feel sorrow.
There weren't just five of us in the picture. There were six. I was carrying around a teeny, tiny secret souvenir. I was pregnant. I couldn't have been happier.
Alas, it was not meant to be. The day we were going to make the big announcement, I went to the doctor and his heartbeat was gone.
The picture devastates me, not just for the loss, but because in a way it captures the essence of the last time I truly felt happy.
A letter I wrote to our angel baby has been published in a new book compiled by Help Inspire Others http://www.helpinspireothers.com/
I've just learned from the people at Help Inspire Others that one of the largest independent book stores in the United States - The Huntington Book Revue, New York - is featuring this book.
I'm heartbroken our baby didn't make it, but I'm blessed to have been able to carry him for a while in my body and forever in my heart. I hope through the work of Help Inspire Others and the sharing of stories from people like me, it will be beneficial to others experiencing the loss of a pregnancy.
Adieu, Mon Petit Souvenir.