Exactly one week ago, a devastating development unfolded that would forever change the course of our lives. My mind reeled at the incomprehensible; it was an agonizing feeling that words could not describe.
Our beloved firstborn, Azaiah, left this world silently, leaving his presence only felt through our grieving hearts. This burden is enormous, as we try to hold on to a future filled with boundless possibility and irrational love.
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The moment we finally got our hands on that long-awaited pregnancy test back in April seemed nothing short of miraculous.
At that very moment, our hearts were filled with uncontainable delight, and the prospect of entering the world of parenthood was greeted with a warmth that transcended description.
