My baby boy is 4 months old today.
Being a first time mom, I'm not 100% sure what milestones he'd be accomplishing right now
If he were here in my arms.
And I certainly can't bring myself to look it up.
I can imagine though...
Yesterday the 4 month anniversary of Ezra's death passed with so much numbness.
I kept myself busy and tried not to relive the events of that terrible day.
But today, 4 months from his birth, I am just so very sad.
I physically ache with the pain of it all.
Again I go back to the disbelief.
How did the most joyously beautiful time of my life,
turn so wretchedly devastating?
This I will never understand...
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