It was a lazy summer afternoon in late August 2019. We had family visiting from out of state and were spending the afternoon playing card games, eating popsicles, laughing, and having fun. My phone rang. It was my Aunt Leslie. I stepped outside and answered the phone. She was heartbroken and crying as she let me know about my cousins and the loss of their sweet baby, Bodil. She was full term and perfect. I sat outside and cried. I cried as I assembled the things for their bereavement kit. I hate giving these to people, especially MY people. My heart was broken for them. Lydia and Kellen were now members of this horrific "club." This is the club that no one wants to belong to. The price of admission is too much--it's sending your sweet baby back into the arms of our Heavenly Father and finding a way to keep breathing afterward. While this club is one no one ever wants to join, it is a club that is inclusive and...
"Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart." -A.A. Milne