The title should read "One Month Later" or "Just Moments Later." A week seems too impossibly short and in those quiet times we catch ourselves remembering, a week seems far too long since our Amelia's unexpected entrance and simultaneous exit from this world. In that single, devestating moment our eternal perspective changed. Although, Amelia will be missed terribly (and I have the heartache to prove it), we have so much peace knowing that she is resting in the arms of our Savior and that we can see her and raise her one day as our daughter, provided we do everything required of us by Heavenly Father. We're going to work that much harder to be that much better so that Amelia will be waiting for us when we return live with Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. Eternal life and eternal happiness are most certainly the goal, but now we have our tiny little angle waiting for us as well.
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This week also marked the bittersweet anniversaries of two other stillborn angels belonging to people close to us.
*First off, my friend good Nikki, who lost her angel baby Logan four years ago and celebrated his birthday with her husband and two children this week.
*Secondly, my mother, who had a stillborn baby, thirty-one years ago, when she was seven months pregnant. Her grief is different from Nikki's and mine as she never got to see or hold her baby boy, let alone bury him and has had to spend the last thirty-one years wondering about a baby she never got to hold in her arms. It was my older brother...
I know that both of these spritually amazing women are looking forward to the day when they can see their angel babies again, just as I am always looking forward to seeing my precious Amelia. She'll always hold a tender place in my heart.
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On a very sad note, one of my oldest and dearest friends in all the world, Nikki (not the same as the one mentioned above), lost her mom on Wendnesday. Suzie was one of those people who always had something funny or flattering to say in her efforts to make others smile and laugh, which explains why she had so many friends and made such a great nurse. She had two daughters who were the center of her world and one grandson who was, undoubtedly, his grandma's sunshine, especially towards the end. My heart goes out to the Cash family as they grieve the loss of their mother. If you're a praying person, please include this famiy in your prayers. I know that they could use some comfort at this time.
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It would be a shame to let this kind of post end on low note, and so I'm including a picture of Brock taken the other day. I call this his madhatter look. In an effort to maintain his Jedi Master identity, Brock will dramatically stalk around the house in his jacket, hood up, and armed with his lightsaber. During this particular drive, he felt it necessary to add a snowhat to his disguise.
Who knew hats could be such fun?!
