I don’t like admitting when things are really, really hard. I’m always supposed to be thankful, but sometimes I just can’t be thankful for some of the things that have happened.
This week has been the hardest week so far.
I gathered up every picture and memory we had of our baby and threw it in the box of unused baby clothes. I declared to my husband that I was packing away the rest of my hopes and dreams and I don’t want to remember them anymore.
It’s been a hard week.