When we were at the hospital with Curt, the hospital would play a lullaby over the intercom system every time a baby was born. My sister Cristin, and my daughter Lindsay and I began looking forward every day to hearing the sound of the lullaby. There was something very therapeutic about knowing new life was entering the world, as my brother was leaving it. Life is so very very precious. We come into the world as love, as hope and as possibility. We are still all of those things. I think about my 20's and even my 30's worried about not being enough. Being smart enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, capable enough, strong enough, and good enough. I had forgotten. I had forgotten who I was. The time I had with my brother, helped me to remember to appreciate my life, live life with intent, and be the LOVE that I am.
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