Hmmm...where to begin.

There is so much to say since my last post...back on October 15th.

I can't explain everything and quite frankly I don't know how. We lost our little ones. And I will, in time, explain my thoughts and relate my experiences and feelings behind the events of the past few months. But for now, I will post pictures...pictures that show what happened with just the right amount of emotion and explanation. Pictures often do that for me...they give me the ability to see/share the emotion, capture the moment and explain a situation just right...all with just pixels.

Our little guys...This is the last time we saw their tiny little beating hearts.

I will remember it for the rest of my life.

This man...there are no words that adequately define and can relay the amount of love, respect, and happiness I have in this man. He is and has been an amazing support during our maybe baby experiences. Often times I catch him looking at me and I can tell, without any words, that he does not think I'm broken. I know that he loves me regardless of how many miscarriages my body has been through. He loves me regardless of whether my hormones or my uterus can't seem to hang on to a little one. He does not allow this to define who we are or who I am or how much he loves me. He sees past the obstacles and only allows them to build us and mold us for our future. He holds me at the right times and gently reminds me to move on. He has been my rock and the one that reminds me to love God in spite of my fits of anger. He is the love of my life and the papa to my future babies.