The Christmas tree lights cast a lovely glow as my husband plays Christmas music on his piano. The baby is playing quietly by his feet. The older children are in bed. I'm in awe.

Five years ago today, I didn't know if I'd be able to have one baby, much less three. That day, my first pregnancy ended in miscarriage. My heart broke that morning.

Meanwhile, my heart still breaks. It breaks every time I hear of a woman who lost her baby before she had a chance to meet her little one. It is for those women that I pray today. If you happen to read this post, would you mind stopping and doing the same?

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