tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406606683072055440.post3616549859716539876..comments2010-07-06T16:56:01.286-04:00Comments on Mountains of My Dreams: SeptemberErika Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06150412288276955488noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406606683072055440.post-41573454465479075322009-09-11T16:05:25.196-04:002009-09-11T16:05:25.196-04:00Thinking of you during September, so many sad and ...Thinking of you during September, so many sad and happy times for you converging on this one little month.<br /><br />That horrible feeling of being stuck, you aren't on your own there. It is wrong. I wish that Sierra was with you, still waiting to be born. xoCatherine Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01618295389400457254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406606683072055440.post-62711378287410419072009-09-11T10:01:50.241-04:002009-09-11T10:01:50.241-04:00Okay. Seriously? My anniversary is September 13th....Okay. Seriously? My anniversary is September 13th. <br /><br />I know exactly how you feel with the change of seasons. Last summer my parents bought a beach house, and with it came a summer full of fun and a whole lifetime of plans for family weekends and holidays at the beach. This summer was not at all like last. I enjoyed the beach once, the weekend before Isla died. I've been back since, but I barely went outside. The entire season was spent in mourning. A summer of mourning(makes a good book title doesn't it?). <br /><br />I'm already dreading next summer too. Next summer Isla was to be 9 months old. Old enough for sun block and sun hats and cute little bathing suits with ruffles on the bum. Next summer she was to enjoy the beach. Right now it feels like I may never enjoy summer and the beach again without her. <br /><br />Fall is usually my favourite time of year. I was so looking forward to this fall. This fall Isla was to make her arrival into the world. I envisioned us out for walks together in the cool fall air. Her snug as a bug in her stroller. Me wearing my yoga pants and warm sweaters, trying working off that pregnancy weight. Instead, here I am. The weight is already gone. She's gone. <br /><br />I don't like summer anymore and I don't like fall either. Maybe I will develop a new love of winter. Cold and dark and damp. Oh, but then of course, the holidays. Sigh.<br /><br />xoIsla's Mommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15261312062276052871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406606683072055440.post-81770537135534152222009-09-11T09:27:21.916-04:002009-09-11T09:27:21.916-04:00"Should have been" is a hard season, but..."Should have been" is a hard season, but it makes sense that this is a special hard time with Sierra's due date approaching.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03533706560591305512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406606683072055440.post-67819722999994947752009-09-11T03:24:22.234-04:002009-09-11T03:24:22.234-04:00April is my month like thatApril is my month like thatJaymehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03278891048170366347noreply@blogger.com