the joy i experience
watching charlie help decorate the church
with flowers for Easter service
is so intense it makes my heart hurt
it is the same sensation i feel
when i wake up in the middle of the night
doubled over with pangs of missing her, of wanting her, of being proud that she is mine
love and pride for our children is all the same
it just wears very different faces sometimes.
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 