7 years ago yesterday, I was sitting in the hospital E.R. hoping I was wrong but knowing that my heart was breaking bit by bit as we waited. When they finally got us into a room several hours later & told us that you were no longer with us, I thought I'd die. We were only about 4 months into the pregnancy when God decided He needed you more than we did.
The last few years I have handled the anniversary pretty well. This year, not so much. I still seem to tear up easily about you. I think it's because of your baby sister, Isabella. She just turned 3 the week before. She's a spitfire. I look at her and I can't help wondering about you.
We never got to hold you. We never even found out if you were a he or a she. I wonder if you would look more like your Daddy or like me. I wonder if you would be a cuddle buddy, more independent, or a little of both. I wonder if you would have the contagious smile that your sister has.
I wonder if we would be involved with football, t-ball, gymnastics, or dance. There are hundreds of things that I wonder about. But I know that God has a plan and that someday we will be with you again. For now, I can hold you in my heart and know that no one will love you more than your Mommy. You are my sweet Angel baby & I know that one day I will hold you in my arms.
Until that day, I know that you are with God & the ones closest to us that have already passed on. I love you, Angel Baby.
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