Sunday, October 14, 2012

I remember laying in that hospital bed, five years ago tonight, knowing it would only be a short time before we said goodbye. Watching the clock to see if you would make it past midnight. Wondering if your life would simply span a weekend, or if I might be able to keep you with me into "one more day".

I don't think I slept longer than 15 minute stretches while you lived, I didn't want to miss you. I feared you drifting away and missing it. I knew our seconds were numbered and I wanted, desperately, to be fully present for every one.

God woke me up from one of my cat naps. I know it was Him. I felt His presence, as real and true as anything seen. I am forever grateful for that.

I will always be glad that I got to spend those few seconds, alone with you, saying goodbye before I woke your exhausted daddy so he could say goodbye as well.

When you left me, I felt God take you...and more importantly, I felt His heart break for me.

As I'm sure it breaks now. To never have wanted a world like this...with this kind of pain.

I wish I could hold you many times.

I wish I could dance with you. Laugh with you.


In a few minutes it will be tomorrow...and in a few hours you will have been gone five years...and we will all keep living.

I will be sad, but I will have lots to be grateful for.

I miss you sweet much.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Milestone Birthdays

I think every family celebrates different ones in different ways, for us there are a few big birthdays. After the first, it's the fifth.

By five you are so much the little person. You start school that year and begin to get your own ideas about friends, toys, the world.

There are so many firsts in that fifth year.

But not for Eden. Her firsts and lasts were 36 hours apart, or one and the same.

This fifth birthday has been one of the hardest. In August, buying school supplies I ached for the supplies I didn't need. I wept for the tears I would not shed at the front gates. I wondered again why we were chosen for the privilege and heartbreak of being her parents.

Even looking into the face of sweet Zoe, she is nearly the same age as her brother was when Eden was born.

Today, this week, this month, it hurts fresh and brand new. Raw in a way it hasn't been in quite a way that makes me yearn to escape it...a hurt so deep I can do nothing but bury my face in the hem of My Father's robes and weep.

I do not feel strong enough for a lifetime of this, yet I know I don't need my own strength to endure it.

I love you baby girl, every day I miss you...I can not wait to hold you again someday ~Mama