I have been in a bit of a funk for the last couple weeks, and I just couldn’t figure out why, but tonight I realized it’s because I’m beginning to forget.
It’s too soon. June 6th marks two years since we held our son for the first and last time. That doesn’t seem possible. I can’t believe we’ve been without him for so long..
I remember a lot from my pregnancy, most of it, actually, but I am forgetting things from that day.
I’m forgetting what his skin felt like and how it felt to press my thumb into his tiny hand.
I’m forgetting, and I hate it. I want to remember every tiny detail, and I don’t just want to remember them with my mind.
I want to remember them with my eyes and ears and skin. I want to remember them like it didn’t end, but I can’t.
Today I am forgetting some things, but knowing that I will never forget him.
Today I am really missing our boy.
The tears form in my eyes and that tickle that tells me my heart pulls, starts. To long. Too long.
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Yes! So good 🙂
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Her entire story though. I’ve read many posts and watched her testimony video. Man! The saving grace of God and His comfort. His sweet comfort. But, man.
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Thank you so much for taking the time to read and watch! (I just figured out how to change my display name, so people know it’s me when I reply to comments) I never imagined that this would be my story, but God has been so faithful to me in all of it. Love your last comment – I can just imagine you saying it exactly as you wrote it.
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