My excitement of this move slowly changed when I learned I had a miscarriage after three years of trying for our second baby.
She left and I felt alone. But fortunately, that didn’t last too long.
This woman, who I now call a friend, could have easily dropped the item off at my door and not said a word to me, but instead she took a moment to introduce herself to me and see how I was doing. And she followed up by encouraging me to get out of the house to cheer up and meet other moms — some who have also gone through a miscarriage themselves. I meet moms every day and tell them about this amazing moms group that kept my mind off the sadness I had. My calendar slowly started filling up and I was distracted and my life went on.