I have a box full of all the littel things from my first pregnancy: my pregnancy test, my pregnancy journal, some little clothes that I had bought, cards from friends etc. It is in the top of my wardrobe and I add an letter to my Little Sprog every year, on the date of my loss (19th July). I get the box down very rarely, becasue it makes me cry my heart out, but in a theraputic way, IYKWIM?

Also, we planted an olive tree in our front garden in our old house in Adelaide. The house is going to be demolished in a few months and we are building on the block, but Andrew has already promised to re-plant the tree. We don't live there at the moment, but I often go out of my way to drive past and check our tree! (It is looking so beautiful & sturdy and strong). The memory of Andrew planting that tree will stay with me forever.