I thought I would share our tribute from last night, which was October 15, also now known to me as Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day.
Rather than lighting at 7 p.m. like many did around the world, I lit close to midnight. I had no idea how hard it would be to light them. Forget lighting being hard, blowing them out was by far the hardest part.
I had my husband blow out the last candle, in the center, baby blue for our sweet Isaiah.