Stretch Marks and More

I believe I have a stretch mark. The first. I never got them with Sahara, which I was pretty happy and proud about. But this time around, I got a doozy. Dark, deep, pretty big, right on my lower stomach. And, I have to say...I LOVE IT.

I absolutely love it. I love that Arrayah left a mark on my body, and I sincerely hope that it stays forever. :)

We went last night to visit her tiny body's resting place. The marker that we ordered with her full name and birthday came in. It is just the temporary one until we get the bigger one ordered. When that one is finished, we get to bring the temporary one home. It is a pretty white marble with her name and date written in black cursive. It is really pretty. We put a big pot of daisies there which is April's flower, and my parents brought purple lilacs, which are her color, purple. Then, I cried. My last post, I guess was not entirely truthful, since I did end up crying quite a bit yesterday. I hated driving away. Hated leaving her there. I know she is in Heaven, but it seems so strange to never be able to hold her body again. And, it seems forever til I get to see her again.