is one of our favourite places to visit each time we come to #ireland. When we had lost a baby through it was this place where we felt our hope return. Probably down to the fact that people have been praying here for hundreds and hundreds of years. This year we return with another miscarriage etched and aching in our hearts but with more love, hope, joy and proof that He never forgets us all in the form of two little humans.
Day 7 in the life of #ErrolTheBlister. We were in a cafe in Ealing having lunch. It was all quite lovely with Ruth and O sharing a pizza (I say share when I really mean Ruth was eating it and O was refusing to eat it despite pizza supposedly being his favourite food), I was enjoying the big breakfast and A was enjoying some of my chips (because she'd insisted that she didn't want any food "AT ALL!!!"). Suddenly during the meal A shouted "HEEEEEEY!" It wasn't till the drive home that we realised that the water which had landed on her forehead and hair was not a random ceiling drip but must have been Errol's insides when he finally burst like a scene that was cut from the movie "Alien". I'm sad that Errol's demise went almost unnoticed and that he went with all the dignity of a plank but I will miss him dearly and am grateful for everything he brought to our little family.