To possess and be possessed; It's a good thing.

You know how sometimes you just can't get someone out of your mind? And then when you find out why, you wish you'd have listened?

We lost our baby Boone 4 years ago, and even though it's easier now to think of him and not feel sad, there are times when I feel overwhelmed with emotion. It's been like that this week.

I have a friend who is going through the same thing (sort of) and the worst part is, that I know there is nothing I can do for her. When it was me, when it was happening to me, I didn't want anyone to tell me it would be OK, or that things happen for a reason, or that Heavenly Father never gives us anything we can't handle. I couldn't take it when people would cry for me (note: not with me, but for me). I hated women who's babies had a chance at life and they chose to end it for them. My baby was going to die regardless. And tonight as I sit here typing this, my heart is breaking again, but in a different way. I want to be there for her, I want her to know that I know that it totally sucks and there is no easy way out. The only comfort I found was in my support system: Michael. Because it was his baby, too. His pain, his loss. Not just mine. And I thank my lucky stars every day for his strength and his levelheadedness and his ability to see through it all. To see through to the other side of the loss. To know that he is my eternal companion is the best feeling in the world. So much so that I can say with pride, that he is my husband.