Day 8 - a photo that makes you sad.
It was almost four years of being married, and we'd never had a Christmas tree. A few days after Thanksgiving was over, we decided to go cut our Christmas tree at a local farm, and have the full experience. It was a fun day...cider, crisp blue skies, and bright sunshine as we drove home with our beautiful tree. Everything was hopeful and exciting...a new tradition for our family, Lyra was due in two months, and we just were so naive.
This is one of the last pictures I have pregnant with her. A week or so after we went to the hospital out of fear and got cleared...everything looked good and healthy. Then five days later she was dead. After delivering her and returning home, our tree was not so pretty. And our house was so empty. And Christmas sucked.
This picture represents one of our last good times as that family. In that house. With that child.