Just thinking of my beautiful Covenant Hope tonight. Eleven years later, I still remember holding her for the first time. And saying goodbye to my first sweet baby. My gateway into a world of dark grief I never expected. My gateway into a complicatedly gorgeous weaving called Motherhood that I wasn’t prepared for.
Eleven years later, I now wouldn’t change a thing.
But at that moment, I would have given ANYthing to put my baby back in my womb and start that little heart beating again.
Eleven years later, Mommy still loves you more than every freckle your DNA included. Eleven years later, I can still remember the first time I saw you with my own eyes and marveled over the complexity of your beautifully knitted, tiny body. Eleven years later, your life still brings me hope.
And I am eager to join with you in the choir. xx
2 Replies to “Eleven Years of Hope”
Sending you hugs!!!!!
I still remember finding out that day you had lost Covenant right around my birthday, standing in the barn door, thinking about how much you and Steven were grieving. You were my first close friend to go through such a loss and I think that’s why it was so impressionable upon me all those years ago.