Today marks one years since I breathed life into this blog, birthing it into your life and mine.
I could say that, one year ago, I could not have imagined that when I arrived at this point, I would be in the second trimester of my next pregnancy. I could say that, but I won’t, because it would be a lie. Because one year ago, I did more than imagine I would be expecting again, I believed it. In fact, I thought that by now, I would probably be holding my rainbow baby in my arms.
I was so very wrong and yet everything has turned out perfectly right.
And to you, my readers and friends, I say thank you. Because in all the ups and downs of the last year, you have helped me to feel like it — like I — would be okay. Each one of you has been a brick in my foundation of strength. You have taken the loneliness out of this journey. There are really no words that are big enough to express what this has meant to me, except to say this one thing again and again: Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
And happy birthday to you, little blog. How would I have ever survived without you?