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Halfway through a year I never predicted. A year of the greatest joys and the worst kinds of pain. Babies born and lives lost. Hearts bursting in joy and in sorrow. I hear my new baby cry out for the first time as she enters the world. I hear the desperate cries of true heart break on the other end of the phone. Phone calls bringing the best and the worst news. At the breakfast table. In the middle of the night. She’s here. He’s gone. Moments that define me now. Part of me forever. There are hearts making room for new life and more love. And there are hearts that will never be healed. Questions never answered. There are tiny sisters meeting sisters. Singing lullabies and feeling their hearts grow. And then other sisters. Crying out in sorrow. Feeling their hearts break.

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