A Rose to Remember

I was visiting with one of the "nestling's" friend's mom.  She told me she had had four miscarriages before her last three kids were born and I told her I had had one in February. 
Well, the next day (today) she showed up at my door with a beautiful rose and said, "I'm sorry you had to go through that." It brought me to tears.  Mainly because today would have been the day I would have had my ultrasound.  We would have found out the sex of our baby.  I would have felt that sweet baby move around inside me by now.  I'm usually okay, but occasionally I have a mini break down thinking about what would have been.