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This blog has been transferred here from pregnancy.org where it was originally my journal. The dates in the title are the dates that the post was initially written. Start from the first and work you way to the last.

At this time, I have not finished transferring it fully, but I hope to soon!

Original journal link:
http://www.pregnancy.org/bulletinboards/showthread.php?t=3909

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

10/13/05

I'm a mess today. The kids were so good yesterday and today they are trying my patience. So here I am on my lunch break writing in my journal. i should probably eat.

We went to Hallmark yesterday because I wanted to look around. Trey and I have this tradition of buying one ornament a year since we have been married. This was his year so I went to look around and I asked him to look for something for Keiran too. I found the baby section and picked out a frame that I wanted. Trey comes back and tells me he found something for Keiran. He holds up this ornament of a little girl called the "Little Irish Dancer." She has brown hair like Trey and green eyes like me and I just lost it in the store. He tried to hug me, but that just made it worse. I had to walk away. The silliest things keep setting me off. Now we are going to buy an ornament for Keiran every year too. I also bought her a little teddybear that is dressed up like a bunny. It is the sofest thing I have ever felt.

My sister sent me the words to a new song by Kenny Chesney:

Sunny days seem to hurt the most
I wear the pain like a heavy coat
I feel you everywhere I go
I see your smile, I see your face
I hear you laughing in the rain
Still can’t believe you’re gone
It ain’t fair you died too young
Like a story that had just begun
But death tore the pages all the way
God knows how I miss you
All the hell that I’ve been through
Just knowing no one could take your place
Sometimes I wonder who you’d be today
Would see the world?
Would you chase your dreams?
Settle down with a family?
I wonder what you would have named your babies
Some days the sky’s so blue
I feel like I can talk to you
And I know it might sound crazy
It ain’t fair you died too young
Like a story that had just begun
But death tore the pages all the way
God knows how I miss you
All the hell that I’ve been through
Just knowing no one could take your place
Sometimes I wonder who you’d be today
Sunny days seem to hurt the most
I wear the pain like a heavy coat
The only thing that gives me hope is
I know I’ll see you again someday

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