In December my husband and I lost our first baby. I was 11, but baby stopped growing at 7. We’re both still dealing with our grief, especially as we haven’t conceived again yet while our best friends experience their own joy. We’re thrilled for them but it’s difficult all the same.

Today while leading a group, we stopped in this little shop in Prague. I was drawn to the trees as we were married under one and I love the symbolism. One of my sweet students then pointed out the owls, which we also have around our house in various forms. This one hit home after seeing the third owl watching over the pair. Holding out hope for a miracle and maybe this is our sign 🌈