precious things
With no intention of having a reflection moment, a song I heard and a glance at our baby boy, Eli's little knitted jumper that lies empty in a frame on our window ledge has left me contemplating his little life. Grief is such a puzzling emotion to grapple with when you have hope. I feel if I grieve for things that seem lost I come full circle to embracing with a grateful heart the life that has come as a result of what has left us. Tears come every now and then as memories and emotions get the better of me, a little heart that barely beat in this world yet left such an imprint on ours, a little person taking up no more space than a shoebox, taking up huge space in our hearts and our family. So as I wait for the cries of our precious boy who is about to wake up, thinking about the cries I never heard from his older brother, it is bitter-sweet. I guess it is all too true that He takes our mourning and gives us joy. Memories ever etched in our heart as we journey on in life. Knowi...