Hard Love …
Hard love? I have lived hard love. A goodbye before a hello, that was hard love. To love someone, so much and then have to say goodbye. 8 hours of love. That was supposed to be enough to last me a lifetime?
Having to tell 3 excited big brothers that the baby we were so excited for was not going to come home with us? That was hard love. To watch them cry, to watch them question, to watch them grieve and try to grasp death before they were even old enough to cross the street alone, that was hard love.
To the mama’s who’ve said goodbye before they got to say hello: Thank you for walking with me down the winding road of Hard Love.