Oh, I remember this from last year. How deliberate my breathing, how full my heart. The steeped, slow, stillness of the air around us. Grief is sacred and makes it own space. No effort is required to consecrate our house. It's a holy day, and she's my patron saint.Much love, baby girl, much love. xo
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hugs... warm thoughts...
xxxxxxxx to you and your beautiful girl xxxxx
Sending much love to you and your sweet baby girl, Angel Mae.
((((hugs))))
Grief is sacred. So is the love you have for Angel Mae.
Sending love.x
"It's a holy day, and she's my patron saint."
What an incredible line.
Thinking of you and Angel Mae all day.
xo
Love and hugs and remembering Angel Mae always.
xxx
Remembering with you and sending love.
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