Day of Hope

Not a day goes by that my heart doesn't miss Ian and Madison. I'll always be left wondering what their laugh would sound like, and longing to hear the pitter-patter of their feet running through our house. Would Ian be a momma's boy and would Madison have her daddy wrapped around her finger? (In case you were wondering, the answer to that last question would be a big ol' YES.) For some reason, they weren't meant to live on this side of Heaven. I'm trying to accept that fact, but it can be so hard sometimes.

I'm in a few different pregnancy and infant loss groups, and as I was scrolling through Facebook this morning, I noticed many people posting things about the "Day of Hope". I hadn't heard of this day before, so I decided to do a little research.

It turns out that since 2008, August 19th has been internationally known as the Day of Hope. It was created to help break the silence surrounding the death of babies and children who were taken from Earth way too soon. What an amazing day!

You know I'm not shy in sharing my story of our losses, and I encourage you on this Day of Hope to break the silence and share your story. I am a firm believer that I haven't traveled down this unimaginable road for nothing, and I hope that I can be that extra push for someone to finally tell the world about their baby. Because whether you lost your baby when you were six weeks pregnant or when they were 6 days old, that baby is still yours and was still your baby. And until we are finally all reunited again, I'll be holding on to this Day of Hope that things will get better for all of us.