Wow, last night was a night

Yesterday after picking Adison up from school we went over to my friend Jennifer's house for a little play date.

Yes, it was for the moms as much as for the children.

That you see, is the joy of our children being friends!

We all had a lot of fun.

After that we headed home to make some dinner, do baths and homework.

No biggie, normal evening.

As we are finishing dinner it dawned on me again that next Wednesday marks 5 years since we found out that we lost our Emma Grace.

It's not that it's shocking or anything, but 5 years seems like a big deal to me.

I mention it to K and my heart breaks to hear his response.

He doesn't want to think about it, it is still too painful.

I can't stand the thought of my husband hurting.

That got me thinking about that time and it suddenly flashes to mind that I. have. no. idea. where. her. sonogram. picture. is.

I feel myself start to panic.

How could I lose this?
How could I have misplaced it?

You see, I know that it is simply a sonogram picture.

But I have no other memory of her.

I don't have any other picture or idea of her.

As a mother, I need this.

I need this small picture of her.

So, I panic.

I rack my brain trying to remember where it is.

K gets up and looks on the computer, he thinks that he scanned it.

Nope, it's not on there.

Suddenly I remember that it was in the square, silver picture frame.

But, the picture frame isn't on the fireplace.

Where is it?

At this point I am near tears.

How could I have lost it?

I think it might be in the basement, packed away.

I start digging through all the tubs that I think it could be in.

Nothing.

I go back upstairs and tell K.

Now I am even closer to tears.

He mentions thinking that it could be in my scrap booking tub.

I race downstairs.

Hope spirals anew.

Nope.

I do however find a bunch of Ainsley's sonogram pics.

{They were really cute, btw.}

Then I spot a tub that has a bunch of picture frames in it.

Eureka!

I start tearing through all of them.

I find the picture frame.

But then I hear Abby SCREAMING.

It's the scream that strikes terror in all parents.

I knew that something was very wrong.

I grabbed the pile of picture frames and dashed back upstairs.

She had gotten her finger SMASHED in the door.

I don't mean little smash, a serious SMASH.

Her finger nail had a purple line across it and she was inconsolable.

After giving her some ibuprofen and that not helping I decided to take her on a bit of a walk.

That always seems to help.

So walk we did.

It instantly cheered up my little sweet.

It's definitely Spring around here, there was so much beauty to look at.

Abby was doing much better so we headed home and I get her in bed.

Happy as a clam.

I looked in the picture frame and it isn't in there.

I started to lose hope on finding it.

Then it dawned on me that I had a little scrapbook for the cards and such that we received after we found out that we lost her.

I tore through my bookshelf looking for it and there it was.

The worst picture that they took of our precious little one, the only one that we were given.

Ahh, relief.

Abigail felt better and I found my picture.

What a nice end to a stressful evening.