September.

September.

The month of new beginnings, of change.

The month a lot of us look forward too.

September.

Little ones are putting on their new shoes for their first day of their new grade.

Stay at home moms are going back to work now that their babies are grown and off to school.

The leaves are changing, the pumpkin spice is out, the air is crisp.

Fall is here. Everyone's excited.

September.

The month of reflection, memory and heartbreak.

The month we lost the glue in our family.

The month our baby was supposed to be born.

The month we feel such loss, such pain, such heart ache.

The month we force ourselves to smile.

September.

The month my husband and I look at our daughter and think "She should have an older sibling. Our Abby should be starting school this year" and then "We will never get this again. Each stage she goes through is the only time we will get to see that stage in our children" and finally "I wish Nanny was here to watch her grow".

September.

The month my infertility stabs my heart so so much as I see the Back to School photos and baby announcements.

September.

The month we said goodbye to the amazing woman, wife, mother, sister, daughter and friend, Jo-Anne.

September 11.

The day we had a small gathering to pay our respects, to say good-bye for a final time.

The day almost 3,000 people lost their lives.

September.

The month to mourn all those lost in that horrible attack.

September.