10 more weeks until we meet our little girl. These bite sized little Vans, which were once Hudson’s, await her.🤍 . It’s funny how life unfolds. I have kept these tiny shoes beside my bed for as long as I can remember. They were my constant reminder of how small Hudson once was, and I could just never part with them. I wanted to always remember him as a baby and I secretly saved a lot of his stuff, wishing and hoping with all of my heart that I could give him a sibling.🤍 . There was a period of time where I grieved the loss of having another child because I thought it was a pipe dream. I was single. I was aging. It seemed like a hopeless dream.... but here we are.🤍 . I know these types of posts can be hard to look at, depending on your personal situation. I never want to open wounds for others, rather share my story to let you know I once used to feel a deep form of sadness, too. Whatever your story, whatever your hopes and dreams, whatever your struggle, I’m thinking of you. Don’t give up. Life has a miraculous way about it. Sending love and strength to everyone who needs it. Your time will come.🤍 #30weekspregnant