Today is the 1st December 2021. The day you were supposed to be born. Instead, you were born 4 months. 4 months and 8 days ago, to be exact. 21 weeks and 1 day, you lived.
Although you never took a breath outside of me, you still lived. Oh precious girl, you lived. You were loved the moment we found out about you. Before that even, the moment you were conceived. Oh, my girl, you are loved. All you have and will ever know, is love. And now you’re in the presence of the One; of Love, Himself. And that is all you will ever know. I find joy and peace knowing that.
Although my heart is broken that you are not here with me, my heart is full knowing that you are complete. Knowing you will never be hurt. You will never be broken.
I love to think about you, to talk about you, to picture you safe in the arms of Jesus. There’s not s day goes by where you are not in my thoughts. I see you, there, with Him. Waiting for us. I see you with your sister, Winter, and your friends, Benjamin and Jack. It brings me such joy to know you’re with them.
You are the definition of perfection. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. You are more precious than rubies. You are a miracle. Even now, you have a purpose. You are beauty. And you are mine. I’m grateful.
I can’t believe that me and your daddy were chosen to make something so perfect. I am honoured to be your mummy. I am proud.
“Who knows why
the best laid plans for our lives
get lost in the moment sometime?
We had the honour of carrying life
Given a gift for a moment in time
One day in the future we’ll walk in the light
And they’ll be a glorious reunion
But for now
We’re saying goodbye.”
~ Saying Goodbye, The Mariposa Trust ~
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