Six weeks after losing our baby, I was still trying to convince the world that I was okay.
Every morning, I stood in front of the mirror choosing clothes that hid the body grief had left behind. My jeans fit differently. My dresses didn’t feel like mine anymore. Some mornings I still rested a hand on my stomach before remembering there was nothing there to protect…. Continue Reading
Marcus never rushed me. He simply loved me through the silence.
One Thursday evening, we stopped by his sister Brianna’s apartment to drop off an engagement card that had accidentally been delivered to our mailbox.
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We never even knocked.