Everything happens for a reason

If you know me, you know that I am a firm believer in the phrase "Everything happens for a reason." To believe in this, I went through the absolute worst thing a parent can go through. I buried my son. Jacob was 6 hours old when his tiny lungs stopped working followed by his little heart. We went through two months of testing before being told two weeks before he was born, that he would die. I had never even heard of Trisomy 18 before. He weighed 4 lbs 1 oz, less than half of what his two year old sister weighed. The days after were just horrible. His funeral was unbearable. I was angry at God. I was angry at myself. I felt so alone. In a twisted way, I was so glad to have my mom


As kids, we made friends in the sandbox. In school, we make many more. The older we get, the more friends we gather. Yeah, there were those times when you hated your best friend and never wanted to see her again. But you know that many times you were BFF's the next day, or at least the next week. When we reach high school things seem to get a bit trickier. There are so many different branches with clubs, athletics, study groups, boyfriends, etc. Friends are everywhere. Then we graduate and scatter to colleges across the US, to branches of the military, to jobs and serious relationships. When you get married, most of your single friends slowly drift away. When you start having kids,

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