It's been two years that awful day when Matthew's little body gave up the fight and left us forever. Two years since I held his tiny body close to me and kissed his tiny cheeks. To say I ache for him would be an understatement. I will long for him every day until I reach eternity. That sadness in my soul will never be quenched until I am standing in the light of glory.
Today is a hard day for me. But I count it as being one day closer to when I'll see my baby again. And it serves as the greatest reminder of God's grace in my life and for that I am thankful.
