"I thank my God every time I remember you." Philipians 1:3
I'm having one of those "feeling sorry for myself" times today. I am so overjoyed listening to my little Nathaniel's sweet baby talk and could honestly listen to it 24/7. He happens to be a chatter box just like Cole. However, today as I sit with him on my legs looking at me, talking to me, I was overwhelmed with just missing Olivia and being reminded of all we missed and will continue to miss with her. We never got to hear her sweet voice and as a parent that cuts to the core. We will constantly be missing her and it is hard to be prepared for what will cause those moments of grief to be stronger than others'. It seems to come out of no where. Whenever I think of her, truly just sit and think of her (because I have to say I think of her all day long as I do of my boys), it manages to bring tears to my eyes, an ache in my heart but a smile in my mind because I know she is in the best place imaginable and I will get to be with her again someday, for all of eternity and that makes me thank God for her; ever short life, despite my missing and longing for her now.
