Tonight I am debating about switching blog platforms, about buying a domain, about changing things up. Nothing earth shattering. And then the thought hits...
"Well, it would be silly to move *both* blogs."
And I almost can't breathe for the mere idea of leaving *this* blog behind.
And I almost can't breathe for the mere idea of leaving *this* blog behind.
I feel nearly suffocated by the thought.
Like I'd be leaving this small monument to my precious baby behind.
Like I'd be leaving this small monument to my precious baby behind.
It feels like I'd be leaving her.
Alone.
By herself.
And the thought of that is crippling.
Most days I just miss Eden in the background. Life moves forward and is busy.
Then something like this happens and there is no air and the ache in my chest makes me feel hollow.
Oh baby, I miss you so much.
