Four years ago today, May 29th, was Memorial Day. I will always remember this because it was Abbey's due date. Rich and I were eagerly awaiting the arrival of our first baby. Imagine the anticipation and excitement that we felt in our hearts. Imagine the heartache we suffered just five days later when we were told that our baby had died.
Our master bedroom has become a bit of a disaster area over the past few months. I just barely had enough room for my clothes when we moved here two and a half years ago. As you can imagine, over the past two years I have accumulated more and more clothing items as a result of slowly returning to my normal size. Clothes were everywhere.
And then Rich moved items into our room when we moved the girls to separate bedrooms. Items that I have not yet had a chance to sort through. One of the girls told me that our room was scary.
Today was the first day that I was really able to dig into the big clean-up/reorganization project. The girls were up super early today as a result of Anna screaming and crying in the hallway at 6:30 AM. They were so tired that all three fell asleep in the family room during "quiet time." When Em awakened, she wanted to cuddle so cuddle we did. For a veeeeeeeeeeeeeery long time. Did I get back to my project? No. But that's okay.
So when your little one is whining for a popsicle for the 3ooth time right before dinner, smile and remember how lucky you are that she is here.
For all of you blessed with earth children, be sure to give them a hug. Stop for a moment and enjoy them.