This weekend my 20 year old nephew was killed in a car accident. He was like a brother to my two boys (14 and 12). He was kind and funny and one of the most gentle souls there is. It’s been the week from hell and I’m confident that it’s one of the hardest things we will have to face.

But this sweet little baby I’m carrying gave me hope. During his funeral yesterday I was sitting there crying and she just kept kicking. I like to think Joseph was tickling her feet. He was always playing with the kids.

In your darkest moments, just think about the sweet little life you’re carrying. I know it’s been keeping me going.