This time of year tugs at my heart and I think it always will. I have heard many women say you never get over a miscarriage and like clockwork my heart just knows when it is the 29th. I have been thinking about it a lot this month. The distance between us and those that carried our family through the loss feels a little bit further today than it usually does. And I think that distance makes the loss feel a bit more intense this year. I have thought long and hard over these two years about what I can do to remember this baby and I have decided to make a quilt. The only quilt I have ever made was a small doll sized one, so I may be biting off more than I can chew, but I think the whole process will be good for me. I'll share my quilt-progress with you.