Probably seems strange to most, but when you don't have much to remember about your child... you grab onto whatever you can.
Guess I'll always have a soft spot for that book, let's hope the movie doesn't let me down, I heard it's amazing.
After linking the word "child" to our story... it dawned on me that maybe I shouldn't use that word. But I want to. Joel wouldn't like it, probably some family members too, but it's what I choose to believe. Most want to forget... pretend it didn't happen, but I can't do that. I won't do that. I'm not trying to be depressing, just trying to be real. It's still hard to call what some only consider an "ectopic pregnancy" a child... like I'm putting more effort and emotion into something I shouldn't. Least that's how people make me feel. Some correct me... they fucking correct me...
Okay this is getting way too depressing, it was suppose to be a happy post... here, smile :)
Off to go to snuggle in bed and watch (a hopefully) amazing movie :)
-a list of little things we should appreciate
“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.”