After being told that we would not be able to conceive, then having two miscarriages, YOU burst forth and shattered our world! Even then, without You knowing it, You brought joy into our discouraged existence.
I LOVE that You made my tummy swell with life. Every move, every kick…living, vibrant, ready to burst forth. In fact, You were so ready to come “into” our lives that You came early. I still remember Your Dad’s excitement and tears.
I LOVE Your passion. Your competitiveness. Your smile.
I LOVE that You came to me for “huggy-time”; that You laid on my lap so that I could scratch your back.
I LOVE that you defended Your Sister, even against me; that You would fight, but still be together; that You loved her; that You made her feel special; that You remember her; that You miss her.
I LOVE the love and respect You have for Your Father; that You make him feel special; that You have beautiful memories.
I LOVE that You love; how You look at her; how You touch her; how You have adventures together; how You dance.
Life has handed us a hard blow, but we are trying together, each with their own regrets, but NOT dealing with them on our own.
I read this:
“…I was helped by my only other child, my son, Rowan, who steadfastly called me on to life and away from a preoccupation with the tomb.” ~ John R. Claypool
It resonated with my heart. Son, thank you for calling me onto life and away from a preoccupation with the tomb. I hear You! I see You! I LOVE YOU ❤