There are hills and valleys in the grief process.
Buoyed by your kind condolences and generosity of spirit, I have been almost giddy for much of the day. We love our babies, and your responses are proof of that. We love our babies.
But then the sun goes down and the quiet of the evening descends. I am left with the reality of what has happened—usually, it hits me at some obscure moment like when I’m changing my 3-year-old’s diaper and in her innocence she grins up at me—and then I mourn.
We love our babies.
I cannot thank you enough for the sympathy and prayers you’ve offered. Wow. May God be praised! We are a Pro-Life people, at least in this little blogging arena, and I am fortunate to have you as my friends. It is clear by all your comments: we love our babies.
May God bless and keep you throughout the remainder of this Advent season. I know you are all bearing your own unique crosses at this busy, busy time, and I thank you with all my heart for helping me shoulder mine.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,
*The flowers in the photo were delivered to my door this afternoon. Aren’t they pretty? They were sent by an even prettier young mother–one of the most selfless, considerate, and loving women I know: dear Jennie C. at Far Beyond Pearls. A husband in Iraq and six beautiful children in her care, and still she is thinking of others. If you know Jennie, this does not surprise you.
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