I didn't get to write for your birthday yesterday. Not because I wasn't thinking about you, every second, but because life keeps going.
In the midst of your baby sister learning to stand, your bigger siblings doing school work, a major heat wave and daddy's interview...I remembered you.
I cried from such a dark place yesterday, the place that will never be whole because you celebrate every birthday in the arms of Jesus.
How can it have been four whole years since you breathed your first...and last?
How can there be a person in this family who never, ever met you?
How can Zoe have a sister who is just a story and some pictures?
If it's even possible, I miss you more this year than in years past. I am aching to remember the feel of your tiny body in my arms. To smell your sweet baby smell. To hear your little coos.
I have prayed a million times that I would get to hold you, just one more time. But if I ever got that one more? I'd just want another.
You are still so much a part of me, and of our world. You are still remembered by so many. Remembered an honored. Your legacy lives in trees, in bibles, in lives transformed, in souls saved...and still, you are so far from me.
Oh, my heart aches for more time with you.
Today I will remember you, fully alive. Today I will celebrate that you lived! I will celebrate by living myself. By remembering. By worshiping the God who gave you to me, even if it was for such a brief time.
I love you baby girl. So much. Forever.