We are missing one.
A special someone who should have turned one tomorrow. Would he have been walking? Saying his first words?
I can't help but wonder how big he would have been. I know he would have been beautiful and sweet and kind. I know he would have been loved.
It was only a year ago when I got that dreaded call in the middle of the night and found myself driving to Yale New Haven at 2:00 in the morning. The chance of him surviving was slim. He was only with us on earth for one week. I have been dreading reliving it because honestly the pain is still deep. I have never felt anything so gut-wrenching and terrible.
And I imagine my sister. How she must relive it often. It breaks my heart and makes me want to remember all the lessons we learned from it. All the insight gained.
Funny that I would have an Aha moment today. I will share more on that later, but it was what I was waiting for for a few weeks now. Thank you sweet angel...
We are missing one. Even in this photograph. I made this for my mom as a Mother's Day gift. There are only seven shown. But if you look closely, I have the number 8 on there.
I wonder about him now. Our baby James. I worry about who is watching over him in heaven. What is he like? I wish we got the chance to know.
We will forever be missing one...