Today Clay is 7 weeks and 2 days old, the same age Matthew was when he died.
Very weird.
Very hard.
I really don't know how I lived through that. When I look at my little Clay and try to imagine saying goodbye, I start to cry. I cry for myself, I cry for Matthew, I cry knowing that my boys will never meet in this life.
Seven weeks is so short. Way too short. But it's also long enough to really get attached, to love someone with your whole heart and then to feel your heart almost physically break when you have to say goodbye.
Oh gosh. I miss Matthew a lot today.
Julia,
ReplyDeleteRemember how I told you I couldn't rest in my pregnancy with Jordan until I heard her cry and held her? That was a milestone and it brought with it a flood of memories of delivering Carrieann and yet praise to my God for her and Jordan!!
No doubt your heart felt this day in a powerful way!
Praying for you and so thankful God mended a little piece of your heart with Clay!!
Love,
Carol A.
Thinking of you today. Love you!
ReplyDeleteThought of you yesterday....You lived through that because of your mighty Father in heaven! Now, that sounds so beyond trite, and am sorry for that! Truly!
ReplyDeleteLoving you and Cole and co. Praying! Shells Brown