Just before I turned 26, I miscarried our first child. I let the darkness carry me away for many months.
My husband and I weren’t in a position to pursue pregnancy. And I felt like a failure.
The economy seemed to be enduring similar pains, and even the nearby Books-A-Million was closing.
But I couldn’t resist the kids section and all the multicolored books on clearance.
Where, Oh Where Is Huggle Buggle Bear? caught my eye…and my heart.
For $3.97 I stored my dream on a shelf in the back – tucked away where not even my husband could see.
Last night, more than five years later, my daughter and I made it through the entire book for the first time.
And, in that moment, I swear I was reading for two children – the one in my arms and the one hidden forever in the pages of a silly story.
One Year Ago: Preschool vs. Teenager Mom