After work, Lee and my brother had to haul brush out to "the country". That is the spot we buried our baby, and I hadn't been back since then (which I have a lot of guilt about). Lee and I had a really sweet moment sitting on her rock and looking out on the land. Our God is good, and sometimes troubles can cover that fact.
I cried and was sad, but I have a lot of comfort remembering that God is in control. It will always be a sad thing, and I will always hold her to my heart. But God knows, and understands, and holds me.
And now it's off to bed for me. Tomorrow is the first official day of training for my next half marathon!!!
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