At a gathering I was asked how many children I had. I answered, "Five living and a daughter who I lost right before Little One." She asked me how old she was and we had a nice conversation. I was proud to have mentioned my sweet baby girl.
Five minutes later another woman came up to me, complimented me on my children and asked how many I had. Without hesitation I replied, "Five."
In consistency I'm lacking, though in love for my baby girl I never waiver.