A year ago, I’d thought that moments like this were gone forever for me. My baby in my arms, my boy beside us. Curled up in the comfort of our big bed as the sunrise beams in through the cracks of the blinds. I didn’t think I’d hold another baby of my own. Thought Rowan’s days as a sibling were tainted by his brother’s death. But here we are, with our Phoenix, and the fire of her brothers love blazing in her existence.
Sometimes, the cell phone shots are the most important.