Seeing my friend's (who has no income and next to no support) newborn in the carseat I had purchased for my daughter--who was stillborn--and knowing that as painful and heartbreaking as that nightmare was, some good had come out of it...was absolutely beautiful.

Yes, life is beautiful. So is pain and sorrow, because to be able to feel those things lets us know we are alive. Even if in the moment it's happening we don't realize it. The way we suffer hours of torment for that one moment of joy and somehow it all adds up in the end. Rainy days, to me are beautiful and refreshing.

I'm thankful that I'm able to feel and that I know what I know. I pay a price for this. Heck, it's made me an outcast but it becomes worth it. As much as I hurt over what happened with my baby, I would do it all again just to feel her growing inside of me, kicking me. Those little moments of peace and joy, they are the meaning of life.