You Happened.

Tomorrow morning, I will speak to a room filled with women in honor of The Day Of Remembrance for Pregnancy and Early Infant Loss.

And so today, I am in a place of remembering.

Remembering ...
waiting,
counting days,
pregnancy tests,
spilling joy,
hearing a heartbeat,
seeing a blinking white light on an ultrasound screen,
dreaming,
hoping,
loving.

Remembering...

fear,
blood,
tears,
frantic phone calls,
the silence of no heartbeat,
spilling heartache,
dreaming,
wishing,
loving.

I have two boys who play at my feet, with their imaginations, matchbox cars, and ever growing friendship. They're happening, right here, in the kitchen with me.

And I have two other children. They happened too.

If your heart grieves with a mother's lost love, know this: It happened. The life, the love, the truth of it all. It happened, no matter for how long.

And if you've never lost one, but if you have the honor of walking closely with someone who will, help her to know, beyond all doubt: It happened. It matters. No matter for how long.

Sweet babies, you happened. I miss you today.