We’re moms without children. It’s an ache that doesn't go away. It starts before we see their faces and only ends when they’re in our arms. So we walk about with half our heart missing. It’s hard to breathe, to think, to speak. Something always feels missing. Because they are.
Friday, 30 August 2013
Just had to share the following post. Not completely true to my situation, but the feelings are definitely the same. Got especially teary when reading the following: