I don't smile very much lately. But a recent visit to a dear friend and her beautiful daughters made me smile a whole lot. More than I have in two and a half months since Ezra died. These little girls are pure joy. I couldn't help myself. Little do these beautiful girls know how much they rejuvenated their Aunt Sarah. I love them very much. And I'm grateful to their mommy and daddy for letting them cheer me up. At least for a little while.
On August 29, 2008, after 33 weeks and 5 days of the most blissfully happy unproblematic pregnancy imaginable, my world came crashing down when my son Ezra Malik died in utero. I was induced and gave birth to Ezra on August 30, 2008 at 3:47 pm. He is 4 lbs, 18 inches and has the most amazing combination of his mommy and daddy's features. He is perfect in every way. We later learned he died from a placental abruption. His mommy and daddy love him dearly and miss him terribly. Ezra taught me much in his short life, and he continues to teach me every day as I journey on my own path of grief. I created this blog both to record Ezra's life, but also to create a venue to share some of Ezra's lessons as time passes and I am more able to articulate what they are. I will update it from time to time when I feel able.
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Those little moments of joy are priceless, refilling our leaky well. Good for you for being open to taking that in. Such a sweet photo.
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