I've spent the last week snuggling the little lady you see in the post below this one. One more daughter means one more name to throw into the mix and call someone else by.
Someone told me soon after I had my miscarriage back in 2007 that what heals it is to have another baby. He was right, I think.
I didn't really talk about it here, but I spent pretty much the entire pregnancy in a low-grade state of anxiety. God alone knows what went wrong last time (though, as my best friend said, something was bound to give at that point, given everything else that went wrong in my life at that time). There was some small relief when I passed the point at which the last baby died, and a bit more when I began to feel movement, but it was not until I actually held Miss Marie that I truly let go of the last bit of fear.
The title of this post comes from Radney Foster's latest album, which I've mentioned on this blog before. I'm not going to quote the title song, though, but one further into the album: Life is Hard, Love is Easy.
Whatever gets thrown at me, I am blessed.