Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Spit Up Stain
I have just been in tears all morning. The joy and the pain is so conflicting. This morning I began the chore of deep cleaning our bedroom. I lifted up the covers to dust the wood that wraps around our mattress and I just stood their frozen, tears streaming. There was a stain from Kelsie's spit up. Her life that was once right there where I stood made me smile, but the emptiness of my arms made my tears scream. Today it was the spit up, a dried stain of where spit was less than 6 months ago.