Today.

On this day, eight years ago my heart was broken.  Today all those years ago I lost a baby.  It crushed me.  January 4th is always hard.  That baby was "growing great", the baby "looked perfect", was "healthy".  I was even told that after having four healthy babies and losing only one that my chance of losing a second in a row was less than 10%.  And that 10% went down even more when I heard a "healthy strong" heartbeat.  But no, all those words didn't stop me from losing that baby.   So today hurts just like it did 8 years ago.  But today I remember that little one.