Hope from the Valley

"That will never happen to me"- we've all said it. We all believe it. And maybe that one thing you never thought would happen, hasn't happened. For me, it happened. 

Apparently it's infant loss month, something I never thought would affect me. It has, and it does. The farther I get from that sunny day in June that we said goodbye to our second child, the harder it's gets. 

Every month when we come to the realization that we're not pregnant, again, the harder it gets. The more real the loss becomes. The more I realize that we lost a person. A real, live, human being. My child. Our child. 

I thought it would get easier, but time moves on and I find it harder. There's a hole in my heart, a gap that's been left by a tiny little person that I'll never get to meet on this side of heaven.

No, I don't need a month to remember. I'll always remember. I'll always wonder who they would of been, who they would of become. 

But in the midst of waiting, trusting, even hurting, I have hope. We have hope. 

A hope that doesn't disappoint. Ever.