So tonight I took down the ultrasound picture of my second little one. It's the only picture we have of either our first two little ones, so it's pretty special to me. But we have a new little one on the way and a brand new picture of her/him.
I had thought about taking that picture down for awhile and putting it away in my little guy's memory box, after all, it has been over seven months (how is that possible?) that we learned he had died. But I liked it there. It was really hard for me to move those two little magnets.
It hurt a lot.
A lot. I'm still surprised at the things that creep up on me.