the end.
it is finished.
my baby girl is ashes.
my mom is picking her up from the funeral home tomorrow.
everything seems so final.
in about a week we should know when services are going to be.
for now here is a print of her tiny hands and feet... the same hands and feet i held and cried over... the same hands and feet that kicked and poked at me inside the womb. the same hands and feet i wish could explore this world.
my baby girl is ashes.
my mom is picking her up from the funeral home tomorrow.
everything seems so final.
in about a week we should know when services are going to be.
for now here is a print of her tiny hands and feet... the same hands and feet i held and cried over... the same hands and feet that kicked and poked at me inside the womb. the same hands and feet i wish could explore this world.