"Jesus thank you for letting my mom be my mom."
I. die.
Not a gift card, spa package or flower can reach in a grip a heart like the words of a grateful child.
So Precious and I am so thankful to hear his prayer. I cannot tell you the joy in my heart to hold the hands, touch the faces, and kiss the cheeks of the children I never thought I would have.
His sweet prayer was an answer to a prayer I cried through 16 years ago.
As much as I love this day, I do not get through it without thinking of those of us who love to see it leave. It's a reminder of what we do not have or what our heart aches for most.
After having a few conversations this week about the loss of children, I couldn't help but re-post a blog that explains the silent struggle of us who have endured this day.
Blessings!
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