I haven't written.

This is true.

But what is also true is that I haven't forgotten, healed, or stopped grieving.

I'm working.

I'm working on being a better wife, mother, and friend.

I'm working on making sure I stay as healthy as I can so that I'm around for as long as possible.

I'm working on asking for help when I need it.

I'm working on patience.

I'm working on acceptance.

I haven't written because sometimes it's just too hard to think about it and her.  I'm working on being able to think about it... and her... without it being so hard.

If she weren't already there..

The first picture of all ten of her doll babies

being here, with all of them, would have been her Heaven.