A Houston kinda weekend [part 2]

I slept maybe a couple hours at most Friday night. I would doze on and off and when I did fall asleep it wasn't for very long. I'm pretty sure I looked at the clock every hour I laid in that bed. I'm not sure if it was nervousness or excitement or both. Or worrying about my hair, makeup, and outfit coming together just right. I'm not very photogenic so why in the world did I decide to do a photo shoot? Whether it be a good face or bad face, at least I was putting a face to pregnancy and infant loss and THAT is what I was going for. Still Standing is going to be amazing. It will be a fantastic resource for women dealing with loss and infertility. I can feel in my heart how special it will be and maybe that is why I felt I needed to be involved in any little way I could. If for nothing more then to put a face to miscarriage, neonatal death, and the lost hope of future babies.

Photo from Still Standing on Facebook

Hair, makeup, and outfit turned out ok and we headed out in the morning sun to find this secluded warehouse we were meeting at. Let me tell you, having a GPS is essential in a bigger city, it was invaluable to us this weekend. So much so it was decided she needed a name...Gigi the GPS. We found the location.

I can't tell you how beautiful the morning was. It was perfection. The clear blue sky, a little warm with a slight breeze. Really, it was perfect. There was no time to waste and we were busy getting pics of all the special women that came and all the special items they brought with them to represent who they had lost. I took my Molly Bear, I wore my special Beth Quinn Designs necklace, and of course I always sport my tat.

There were beautiful wild flowers all around the rustic warehouse and wouldn't you know, we had lots of small butterflies to keep us company. Our little angels had come to be part of the day with us. There was even a random small Starbucks sign sitting behind a big barrel. I can't imagine how it got there but it was kinda cool. I wanted to take a few pics during the photo session but seriously we were busy from the time we started to the time we finished. Fran had a vision and I know it will be beautiful.

After the pics were done, a few of us went for lunch. Practically on cue, I got sick at lunch and had to dart out before I was able to get a few more pics with these fab women. I am so sad that I drove 5 hours and didn't get one pic with Fran or Amy especially since I will probably never make it back down again.

We went back to the hotel so I could rest. We had already purchased tickets to an Astros baseball game to take my son to and I really didn't want to miss it. Thankfully, after some meds and sleep I was able to see most of the game and had a wonderful time.

Easter morning we went to a church that Fran had suggested and enjoyed a fabulous morning service. It was perfect, just the right size and not too loud as to get my vertigo all worked up again. After church was lunch at a favorite hamburger place and then on the road back home. Oh, there was one more regret, NO BLUEBONNETS!! We went out of our way coming back to find some of these gorgeous flowers and still ran empty.

The weekend was a great time of family and fellowship, and of hope and encouragement too. I'm so glad I fought the urge to not go. I'm glad I battled the voices that told me I wasn't good enough and that I would get sick and ruin it for everyone. I did get sick but all was not ruined and I made it through. I am proud of ME.