After I miscarried last January, I met a dear friend for lunch. She had two gifts, one for me and one for Jamie. Below is a photo of my gift, we named her Hope. It's amazing how much comfort a sweet, snugly, silky stuffed animal blanket can provide. We're 35 and 39 and she sleeps in our bed every night. And, it doesn't even seem weird to me. It's a constant reminder that we have friends and family rooting for us, and that they have hope, too. Hopefully someday Hope with get lots of love from the next addition to our family.
The other day Griffin was napping in our bed. I found him like this. He has hope, too.
Thank God for our dear friends that give us hope, even when we've felt we lost it!