As I carry "Bee-Joo," as Creedence calls her, in my womb, I think about her brother or sister.
Today would have been our baby's due date.
There aren't really beautiful enough words to describe the tiny hello-goodbye that our baby's life was.
We are blessed to have known and rejoiced over our baby's existence for a short while.
So many babies go uncelebrated (and unmourned).
I'm just so glad we were able to be a tiny part of his or her life, and I wanted to spend a little time today reflecting.
May our baby's joy in heaven be raucous.
May they cavort and frolic.
May Jesus tenderly hold our baby and whisper love into their ears.
Today would have been our baby's due date.
There aren't really beautiful enough words to describe the tiny hello-goodbye that our baby's life was.
We are blessed to have known and rejoiced over our baby's existence for a short while.
So many babies go uncelebrated (and unmourned).
I'm just so glad we were able to be a tiny part of his or her life, and I wanted to spend a little time today reflecting.
May our baby's joy in heaven be raucous.
May they cavort and frolic.
May Jesus tenderly hold our baby and whisper love into their ears.
Hugs to you as you reflect during this time... may the Lord fill your heart and soul with steadfast hope and undaunted certainty of a future reunion with this precious one, who has gone on before you. mom
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