Eleanor, who fancies herself a ballerina, was prancing and twirling around yesterday while Henry and I watched. Henry started to giggle. And that made Eleanor laugh. And the two of them laughing at each other? That made me cry.
I’ll never understand why we had to be the family that lost a baby. Sometimes I tell myself that it’s because we had friends who could shore us up. I don’t truly think there’s a reason though. All I know is that I’m glad we kept going, kept slogging through the grief and the fertility treatments and the terror of the next pregnancy.
I can’t believe we’ve made it here.
(I love that Genevieve’s little footprints even sneaked into the photo.)