i absolutely hate fridays. i cant breathe on fridays. it's everyone else's favorite day of the week. i dread fridays. i spend most of fridays crying because it's john's longest day of work.
12 fridays ago was my last shift at work. i wore pink scrubs and a great big smile.
11 fridays ago, i mourned my daughter for the first day, the day we planned her csection for, the day that was supposed to be her birthday.
10 fridays ago was my original due date. instead we had her wake.
the past 9 fridays.. ive absolutely hated them. along with pretty much every other saturday through thursday. but fridays are the worst.
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- Beth
- I had my dream job, my dream husband, a loving family, awesome church, strong faith.. my children would be the cherries on top.. the recipe for a perfect life. Just when I felt safe, it all came crashing down with the death of my first daughter in 2009, and a miscarriage 8 months later. 18 months to the day of Kathlyn's funeral, our Glory was born. We were reminded that Joy can still be found in life. I love more than I've ever loved, I miss more than I've ever missed.
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