Suvi is getting more teeth. She went to bed early tonight--I think she will appreciate the rest as much as we appreciate her resting. My lovely girl is getting some curl in her hair. I like watching these changes...what will she do next?
Theo has raspberry fruit pop stain on his shirt and a tiny brownie in his hand. He likes to hang out by the heat register...especially when he doesn't want to wear socks.My husband is watching Buzz and Woody do their thing, as they adventure back to Andy's room, and I am drinking tea, eating multi-grain cranberry bread and wait for news. Waiting. No paint, just feels like it since I keep staring at the walls, checking my phone, email, back to the wall again.
There is no way of wrapping my head around some of the things that happen in life--so unusual an event, I cannot begin to understand the hows, let alone the whys. Youth is blessed in the way that most of us are unaware of stresses and sorrows we find in adult, and especially a mother's, life. A father's, sister's, friend's life, yes, but there is something in a woman that changes her consciousness when she becomes a mother. I have so much influence on my children. I will protect them and provide for them as best I can. Yet some occurrences are beyond my control. Life is precious. It is fragile. The life of a child is a gift no matter what that life entails.
There is no way of wrapping my head around some of the things that happen in life--so unusual an event, I cannot begin to understand the hows, let alone the whys. Youth is blessed in the way that most of us are unaware of stresses and sorrows we find in adult, and especially a mother's, life. A father's, sister's, friend's life, yes, but there is something in a woman that changes her consciousness when she becomes a mother. I have so much influence on my children. I will protect them and provide for them as best I can. Yet some occurrences are beyond my control. Life is precious. It is fragile. The life of a child is a gift no matter what that life entails.
As I was typing those words above, the call finally came in. Precious life. I'm going to dry my tears now. And kiss my kids. And their Daddy.
Thank you for the call, dear Friend. Love you and our girls up there. And the boys, too.
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Thank you Jen,
Our Royal Princess........Olivia Ruth had such a short time to be with her Earthly Parents. Only a few minutes. But, now she is with her Heavenly Father. She will never know sadness. Or tears. Or sin. What a lucky girl she is.
Auntie Bette
I don't know the story; but I certainly feel your pain...and love...and sadness. My prayers will be with you.
Nor do I know the story. But your words allowed me to sense the deep emotion. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your loved ones.
I was thinking about the same friend last night on the way home from shopping, and on the radio news there was a story that said that last night the moon was going to be the fullest it has been in ?? years and that there were going to be wonderful meteor showers (thousands of shooting stars). I was thinking that maybe the heavens were welcoming a special little angel!
peace like a river...
send your love and prayers to miss Olivia's family.
Wow, Jen H, I'm sure you're right. I've often noticed beautiful sky (or Heavenly) occurances during really tough times. Our thoughts and prayers are with Olivia's family at this time. She is a precious angel that her parents were blessed with. Our hearts ache for them that they didn't get to have her with them longer. ~Brita
I can feel your pain through your words. My prayers are with you and your loved ones.
Happy Theo. I feel like I've spent my life in front of the heater. We would all try to be in front of it at my parents' house when we were growing up. And now this apartment has a forced air heater downstairs. Oh, the bliss. Sometimes I wonder why my downstairs never seems to heat up, and then I remember that every time the heater is on, I am parked directly in front of it.
my heart aches for all parents' early pains and sorrows such as this. let us all give each other the strength to deal with them, and to trust that we will be with God and the loved ones who went before us on that happy day in the future! God's peace!
~ann b.
I'm sad now.
But the Suve and T-H-E-O put a smile on my face.
This has nothing to do with this post, but the one you left on my blog- thanks for the support!
Art? I can hardly remember that I did that stuff, it feels so long ago...but I do dream of a studio...where I can mess around with stuff. Collage would be one of the first things I would start with. I dream about writing too- but I don't really "know how"
There is so much emotion and feeling to your words. They are sad but they are beautiful.
Thoughts and prayers are with you, and Olivia's family...
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