A Promise
A Promise. This is how it began. It was a dream that was given when I was pregnant with William. A dream of a little baby girl. Her name meant, "promise". Two more pregnancies would follow - one an angel baby gone too soon, another a little boy. A little boy who made me feel as though our family was complete. I was content. And yet...and yet I always wondered. What was that promise? What was the dream for if not to come true? October 2017. I was visiting my dear friend Sarah in Portland for a girl's weekend. It was my very first solo trip without any kids and as short as it was I was going to live it up. Live it up I did! Eating our way through the different neighborhoods in this foodie city, stopping in the little shops and even a little shopping spree involving champagne and fancy dresses. I was in heaven. In the midst of all the light hearted fun there were also some very heartfelt conversations happening. Those talks that reach into the core of who you are and r...