Me to Frostina this morning- "It's almost your brother's birthday."
Frostina to me- "Are we going to get him a birthday cake?"
Me- "No, your brother lives in heaven so we are going to get him a balloon that we will let fly up in the sky so he can get it."
Frostina- "Heaven is very far away, I can ride my bike there so I can go see him."
Me (hiding my tears)- "No honey, you can't get to heaven on your bike, it's too far away."
Frostina- "Oh, then we will drive there in your car, OK?"
You gotta love the logic of a 3 year old.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could ride our bikes to heaven to see the ones we have lost?
Dealing with the loss of a child is never easy, but it's even more difficult when you are an expat living far from home. Life will never be "normal" again and so now the challenge is to find my new normal. I am now back in the USA and the proud parent of two daughters, born using two different egg donors. "Frostina" and "Olea" are the loves of my life and I feel so grateful for the amazing women who donated their eggs and made my family possible.
