Sometimes there are moments that make me catch my breath. Like this morning when my husband and I were in the kitchen getting breakfast ready, and we glance into the living room to see three living children lying on their tummies side-by-side reading books together. It is a moment that I see somewhat often, and yet every time I just want to freeze it in my memory forever. It stuns me by its particular beauty.
There are other moments that make me catch my breath too. Like opening an envelope to find a card that says my babies are thought of and remembered by name. The particular beauty of that stuns me too.
As my friend Kristi says, if you talk with me about my nine babies who live in heaven, “you won’t be reminding me that they died.
But you will let me know that someone else remembers that they lived.”