I wish she was here but she is not. All week I wondered how I would feel when I woke up on her 10th birthday and surprisingly I feel grateful.
For my husband, my mom, my sister who watched me shatter into a million pieces then stood with me and helped me take those pieces to create the person I would become.
For my incredible friends who don’t share this lived experience but have held space for me and have never left her out.
For the women I met early on when the pain was raw and piercing and ugly who provided the safety to be able to scream and ache.
For the women I would have never known and the babies I would have never come to love. These friendships mean everything to me and have made my life so full.
I have woken up 3,653 times without my daughter. Every single one of those days has been hard but they haven’t all felt that way and it’s because of all of you. x
