Five years ago today, I was dying of septic shock. My body could not let go of what my heart would not…
Our precious, almost-April baby.
It is a day that will always leave me torn.
Torn because it marks the day that my sweet babe and I had to say hello so we could say goodbye. Torn because it was also the day God worked miracle upon miracle to spare my life. Torn because today is still a day of pain in a place of so much mercy.
I know the conversation isn’t over.
I know another one is coming. I know that my daddy is continuing the conversation I began. And I know the love my heart feels is being given to both by the One I love the most.
So today, I will honor the day we said hello to say goodbye. But in that honor, I will also hold tightly to the promise that one day…
I’ll get to say goodbye to say hello.