So let me start by saying I lost my brother in May to an overdose. My brother struggled for as long as I can remember and as hard as it’s been on me, I do believe his body and his mind just couldn’t do it anymore.

I’ve been angry, I’ve been sad. I wish constantly that I could go back to that day and make him stay home. You know, the whole grief thing.

What I haven’t felt is peace, not until today anyway.

I had my second ultrasound and for the first time it crossed my mind that maybe, just maybe my brother hand picked this little baby’s soul and sent it just for me. Maybe.

For the first time, I didn’t feel angry when I think about losing my brother.

The feeling might not last but for now, I’m happy.

I can’t wait to hold this little darling in my arms, August can’t come fast enough ❤️