Some nights are harder than others.
I would be a liar if I told you I never hurt, I never cry, I never miss, or that I never wish things were different.
Some days I don't want to do anything but lay in bed and cry.
Some days I long for that sweet little girl in my arms.
Some days I completely loose it.
And that's okay.
Even almost four years later my heart still aches in its own way.
The Story of a Motherless, Cheerleading, Birthmom
