I know this looks a lot like the same shot I posted a couple weeks ago, but if you look closely, you will notice it’s changed in small ways. It has slowly been filled with sweet notions that represent myself, James, our hopes of who she will be + hopefully inspiration for whoever she will be.
This sweet ass nursery is a lot like me + the holes I’ve been filling over the past 6 years. From a snapshot, I bet I look the same, but I’ve slowly been filling the holes that loss has left behind, with love for myself, love for James, hopes of the mother I plan to be + inspiration for the mother I will be. It’s been a marathon, not a sprint, to this space that looks the same from the outside, but feels so very different on the inside.
I’m grateful I took the time to unpack the pieces of my grief. It has left space for so much love, this child + this sweet ass nursery. And even though we may look the same on the outside, we will never be the same on the inside. I don’t think we ever fully heal from the loss of babies + the dreams that come with them; but I do think that time allows us to fill with love + learn how to carry the load lighter.
No matter what the other side of your journey looks like, may your holes be filling with love, may your days be brighter + may you feel different on the inside.