Five years ago on this day, I miscarried our third child.
This day was once an anniversary for heartache, a day for remembering.
Now, this day feels like one among others in a long season of anniversaries and remembering.
How deeply that death grieved me, my farewell to the child and the dream.
Today, in retrospect, it feels like one small step in the emptying of my heart.
I remember, but it's not so hard to think about.
Is this evidence of healing?
Or have other wounds cut so much deeper that this scar has faded with time?