She said, “I hope what happened last time, doesn’t happen again.” I smiled into those flannel gray eyes and said, “I know, honey.”
There are no guarantees and heartache is something no one is immune to. But, my children do not live in fear. In fact, you would never be able to tell by looking at our happy little family that anything tragic had ever happened to us.
It’s not that my children don’t grieve and remember. It’s the fact that joy supersedes that grief and the happy memories outweigh the sad.
Today, you can find me at Raising Homemakers talking about The Impact of Miscarriage on Our Daughters. Will you leave your children a legacy of sorrow or one of victory?