Today, at 12:14 pm, 3 months exactly since my little girl entered this world still, I stopped running on the track and stepped outside onto the snow in my shorts and t-shirt.
I looked up at the sky and I talked to my girl.
I told her that I love her. And that I miss her. And that this life has been really hard without her. I asked her to help me figure out how to continue to be her mama, even though she's not here.
And then I stepped back on to the track and kept putting one foot in front of the other.