Here we are in Maine this summer to spread Milos' ashes. Meanwhile trying to brave it through my 1st trimester with high-hopes and fears of another loss, at any stage would've been devastating.
Yes, his middle name is Moonbeam.
11 years ago
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.