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.    

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