I’m Emily. The handsome man photographed on the site with me is my husband, Braden. We were high school sweethearts and have both called the good ol’ state of North Dakota ‘home’ our entire lives. The prairies, rivers, and country land are exactly where we pictured raising our family.

At 17, we knew we’d conquer the world together. Little did we know, the world we’d be taking on is one of loss, heartache, and yearning. We had no idea what we’d be faced with. I suppose none of us really ever do. But the good days far outnumber the bad and most of the time, we find each other to be the source of the good. That’s why there are two of us—so when one is weak, the other can bear their weight. And when we’re both too tired to be strong, we have six sweet angels to lift us up.

They’re the reason the site exists—our children. Within 36 months, we went from seeing two pink lines for the very first time to being told for the sixth time that our child has died.

It’s a different kind of pain being a mother to children you won’t meet until your life is done. A pain that is somehow well known by many and not at all understood by others at the same time. A pain that I get through by writing. This site will house my words of loss. Some words I’ll share are graphic, some were written out of anger, some still put a knot in my throat when I read them over again. They’re all the honest, raw words of my miscarriages.