I realized today that part of my reason for blogging this is so that I don't forget. It's what I don't forget that I hadn't completely sorted out prior to today. I wanted to document the pain, the difficulty, the ordinarily mundane things that become completely overwhelming when facing the death of your child. What I forgot that I didn't want to forget is really what this is all about. It's about me. The me that I am right now.
This me is a different me than I was eight years ago before losing Wyatt. This me is a different me than I was three months ago before finding out about this little one's Potter's Syndrome. She doesn't have a name, just a voice. This is my chance to capture what photographs can't before she is gone again. Because I anticipate that this me will no longer exist in four weeks.
Today I am strong. I am competent. I am a mother. The sun shines brightly outside, the air is warm and the winds blow change into our lives. A warm air that we have not felt for some time, the promise of spring and of new life.