While running some errands with the kids last night, Jackson told me, "We're making a star at school, and we have to write five things that we remember about 2012. I wanted to write 'My mom lost a baby,' but my teacher said it had to be stuff about me."
I said, "Well, I bet we can think of some other things to put on it. But that was sweet of you to remember Charlie."
"No, I meant Hannah and Charlie."
"Well, we lost Charlie in 2012. Hannah was actually in 2011."
"Wow, it's been a long time. It doesn't feel like it."
Tell me about it, kid!
Sometimes the fact that it's been over a year since Hannah was stillborn makes my head spin. And now that we're past the six-month mark of losing Charlie, it's even crazier. And it doesn't always hit me just how much life has been lived in the last 14 months. Sometimes grief feels all-consuming.
But then we have an amazing breakfast date with friends. Or I get to snuggle with my newly non-napping Leah or listen to Jack, my budding reader, read me a book. And I remember that we have experienced a lot in the last year+. A lot of pain, but a lot of life. A lot of life.