Tuesday, March 23, 2010


I opened up an email this morning from a group of great mamas I am a part of. Though the subject warned have tissues ready, I expected something like "I won't be able to make it to the Easter egg hunt" or "my daughter bonked her little brother on the head with a Barbie". No such luck.

I can't focus. Think. Stop crying. Stop clutching onto my birthday girl. Go pick up cupcakes and her favorite birthday dinner.

A proud and wonderful mommy, lost her precious 6 week old in the night. She kissed him and tucked him in bed for the last time.

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