Tucked away in a barely-used baby journal is a small, white card that reads
…. There are lots of blossoms yet to bloom….
Today marks our miscarried baby’s first birthday. I can’t believe that I still haven’t forgotten the date, but it’s true. When I woke up this morning, my mind raced through the day’s tasks and stopped suddenly when I realized that it was September 24th. My due date, one year later. I will never forget to remember this day. I looked forward to it for two whole months. It is a day of joy marked down in a baby journal. Today, I think about my sweet baby. The baby who sacrificed his way for Poppy. She is the blossom that bloomed because her big brother made the way for her. Or however those things work. Who can know?
Happy Birthday, Sweet. I hope heaven’s birthday parties are filled with ice cream and balloons and fun dance parties with all your friends. We love you and miss you so much.
Love, Mama and Papa and Poppy.
A beautiful entry. :)
I’m filled with similar thoughts this week, approaching the four year anniversary (next week) of the loss of our first. Elliott was conceived on his estimated birthday…speaking of bitter sweet.
I never knew you had lost a baby. Crazy to think how God and the world works, that if you had had that baby … there would be no Poppy. Just goes to show how many things are out of our hands. I’m sure birthday parties in Heaven are a lot better than any we could plan ourselves.
Feeling sad, can’t imagine the loss, beyond the few passing thoughts we had about wit when we were waiting to welcome Luca. Hope this day is filled with love and hope rather than sadness for you.
so we treasure every moment given. let’s not waste any on things that are not eternal.
love you.
Our relentless redemptive God. Bless you + Jacob, and your growing family. We are honored to have your friendship + share life with you guys.
I too, am remembering the one year birthday of our little baby that didn’t make it with us. Your words are beautiful, as always. As I sit here reading them, thinking of our lost little soul and then looking down at my beautiful baby girl. Definately bittersweet. Thank you.