11 months, that seems so close to a year. Two weeks until her birthday, a week and a half till christmas. Lots of milestones and no joy whatsoever. I swear I am a miserable mess.
I was on the way to my sister's for game night and we passed a church with a wreath on it, it was green with some white sort of berries or flowers on it, and a large purple bow. It was so pretty and it reminded me of Genevive, and I wanted it so badly, and next thing you know I am balling my eyes out half the trip to my sisters.
I can't wait till this whole season is over, I am already tired of going through the motions.
A year ago I was in the hospital getting ready for Christmas and looking forward to having two beautiful babies. I had no idea what was to come in just a couple of weeks.