Because there is no such thing as an “almost” mother. Seven bouquets from your seven angels. Happy Mother’s Day, Princess.

Any woman who’d ever lost a child knew of the hollowness that remained within the soul.

Being an almost mother isn’t a thing. You have seven children, whether they made it here or not doesn’t take away from the fact they existed. They were yours, and they were loved fully if only for those small moments.You are a mother, Grace. I am so, so sorry you were never able to hold your babies, but you are, and always will be, a mother.

Throughout my life, there were a few hard days. Days where even when I tried to be happy, my heart still cracked, and Mother’s Day was one of those. For others, it stood as a celebration. For me, it spoke of loss and failure.

This book is for the mothers who've had to say goodbye too soon. I see you, I hear you, and I honor your hearts with wings. You are the strongest individuals alive, and I'm blown away by your strength, your ability to love, and your ability to not quit on life.

The world was selfish, unjust. How could so many undeserving people be given the opportunity to raise children they didn’t even want while so many worthy individuals didn’t get the chance?

I’d thought those memories would be the ones I always cherished, but as the days and years passed by, those beautiful memories became my pain.