And All is Right

Eight years ago my beloved Sophia died. Today is the anniversary. And for years I cried myself to sleep every single night, missing her. I still cannot talk about her without tears.

Eighteen months ago Isabelle entered my life, fourteen months old and traumatized. And it was so odd because some random psychic the year before said, "Sophia is coming back to you."

The moment I met Isabelle (a little baby recovering from amputation at the vet's office, and needing a new mother) I knew I had to bring her home, and as I held her that night, my heart healed, sewed up and complete.

I no longer have since thought, "I with Sophie were here for..." I forgave life, stopped fundamentally hating the earth, the universe, the world that took my little Sophia away.

Tonight I held my Isabelle close and she fell asleep against my bare chest, her head tucked into my neck. Tonight the Christmas tree shines brightly in my own forever home, with my three sweet girls, my dearly cherished Joe not too far away.

Tonight, eight years since my Sophie left, life is ok, beautiful and perfect, even.

I never thought this day would come where I wouldn't spend December 14th sobbing.

I am thankful. ♡