Thursday, December 28, 2006

Thank you...

...for your generous show of support. It means the world.

On another note, I need help with a blogger-related thing. How can I get one ticker and one counter box? My ticker wouldn't come up yesterday. Then, this morning, I log on and my Sophie box was gone. Of course, this threw me into near break-down mode. Haha. But, seriously, how do I get both? I'll probably post this, log on, and find them both exactly where I want them...

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Have Yourself a Merry Very Little Christmas.

It is Christmas Eve as I start this post, and will most likely be Christmas Day (or beyond) when it hits your screen. (26 hours) Okay, now it is night time, Christmas Day. No wonder I don't post for weeks - I can hardly focus long enough to write one sentence. :o)

Nonetheless, we had an amazing Christmas! The day was incredibly fun, as was Christmas Eve! We saw our families, opened gifts, and ate a delicious variety of food. The day was painted with very mixed feelings for us. I missed Sophie tremendously, and spent much of the day imagining what my little angel would have been doing, wearing, saying, etc. While the day strongly lacked her presence for us, we did have the chance to relay our exciting new blessing. We are expecting yet again - 14 weeks along. :o) Although the pain of missing our daughter hasn't diminished, we are lucky to be given another chance to bring a baby into the world.

So much more to come...

Saturday, December 16, 2006

On it like my birthday.

Thank you so much for the many words, encouraging me to continue to write. This is a promise of many posts to come. I still read your words daily - thank you for looking forward to mine. They are coming very soon.

Times.














The days have turned sunny and cold,
shocking the skin as it shimmies and shakes out the door.

The evening is still, and barren. Dry with eyes gone for months without crying.
Purple, of what looks like moisture, begins the settle around tree bases, and mossy places where only invisible things make their homes.

The nights have been ebony, darkness wrapping, caressing and gently
waving each leaf on the evergreens.

And, by morning, dark and darker compete frantically for night's last hurrah. Amidst their battle, as she does each morning, light flickers and licks through empty spaces. She meets my eyes with her shocking fluorescence, and burns me with her new bits of promise.