1) I'm not a great writer. This shouldn't surprise me. Though I was an English major in college and I love to write, I'm not great at it. I have a good, clear voice. That's about all I can say for myself. I feel like I'm fairly readable, but that's hardly a glowing testimony.
2) I'm not a great photographer. Again, shouldn't be a surprise. Still, I like to think I do a good job every once in a while. For example:
I took this picture. It's not art, but it's pretty, right? Yeah....I want art. Grumble.
3) A lot of mommas stop writing right about now...meaning a month or two out from their losses, many women seem to lose the urge to purge their hearts through inane blogging to an invisible army of other angel mommies who occasionally provide the appropriate responses. Will I hit that point soon? Maybe their support systems aren't failing them as much as mine is.
4) Sometimes, things are perfect.
I stumbled across this in my musings...ordered a large print of it to hang on my wall. It hurt my heart, but it's entirely true. This is how I want to remember my daughter.