Three years ago, this piece was written from a place of loss, grief, and sorrow for my husband. He suffered along with me through our three pregnancy losses. He cried and grieved alongside me throughout our journey. But for all our sadness, there was always an undying love. His love grew for each child we lost, and it was always present for me as the mother of those children.
On the eve of another Father’s Day, it is not lost on us just how fortunate we are to finally have a child who we can hug and kiss. We no longer only celebrate the children we should have had–we now also celebrate the daughter whose love for her daddy knows no bounds.
So as we approach Father’s Day, we keep all of those fathers who know this love, and loss, in our hearts. Like I so eloquently said three years ago, it takes a special man to be a daddy to an angel.
