Today is the anniversary of my loss two years ago. This little angel baby died when I was moving electric fence with Micah. The fence was unplugged, and Micah was putting in a post. I had both hands on the fence, the grass was wet, my feet were bare…when Ray unknowing, plugged in the fence. I felt it, screamed, dropped the fence and cried. I knew…the shock went right through my baby…a few weeks later, I went into labor, the end of June. I was not surprised, I knew the day my baby died…Since that time, I have not carried a baby inside, but God has blessed us with a baby in our arms.
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in other’s eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some women are like me and…
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