Going through wedding photos this morning and feeling nostalgic. We were so much younger, even only two years ago. We hadn’t had our second miscarriage yet. Hadn’t gone through infertility. Hadn’t experienced the joy of welcoming our rainbow baby into the world. We hadn’t loved him yet, we hadn’t lost him yet. Isn’t it strange to look back on the pieces of our life that came before tragedy? To know what the outcome of time was and realize you knew nothing of it then? Our wedding was beautiful, and knowing how much lie ahead of us then, makes it even more so.
