Our daughter grew wings one month ago today.
We're frequently asked how we're doing by friends and family.
Our answer is always "good."
Good meaning that we get out of bed everyday and go throughout
our routine, working, raising Brock, living and laughing.
Good doesn't mean that we're not still grieving, though.
Good doesn't mean that we don't feel daily heartache.
Good doesn't mean that we don't think about our Amelia all the time.
Good doesn't mean that we're even close to being healed.
Good just means that we're blessed everyday.
Blessed to know, not just believe, that our baby girl, Amelia Jayne,
is safe within the arms our Heavenly Father.
Blessed to have been graced by her presence during her brief time on earth.
Blessed to feel her spirit in our home and in our hearts.
Blessed to have our very own angel in heaven.
Blessed to know that families are forever.
We are doing good because we have been blessed.
