It’s 7pm on October 15th…National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day.
Tonight we light this candle for our sweet little Clark -- I hope, just like this candle is down here, he's shining so bright up there. That he’s a bit of light in a dark room, just as he is to us whenever we remember our little boy. Until we meet him again, I hope his life and legacy keep shining oh so bright; keep pushing us to be that light in the darkness whenever we can.
Clark has taught and continues to teach me so so so much. I owe my photography career to him — he gave me that push I needed to quit teaching and pursue my dreams, and, even in this dumpster fire of a year that 2020 is, it’s been a freaking amazing one for me…and I cannot help but thank him every single day for that, because without him and his impact he had on my life, I don’t know if I’d be where I am today. So while I would do anything to have him snuggled up here with tonight, instead I cry a tear of both sadness and joy as I look into this flame and remember all the good our little boy has done. 💙
Big, big hugs and a lot of love to everyone who is also lighting a candle today -- for their own babes, for someone else's, for anyone struggling with having lost a pregnancy or baby. It sucks. So much. SO SO SO freaking much. But I today and everyday hope that you find comfort in that you're not going through this alone...that you have worlds of support and love from others who are and have been in your shoes -- and that your little one(s) keep shining down bright on you from above too.