This is me (in the middle), two years ago when I was pregnant with Story. I was blissfully unaware of the fate that would befall that sweet and beautiful little baby – I had no idea that I would shortly after be mourning the loss of that sweet life.
Two years ago today was what I am now going to be calling Story’s birthday. When our baby’s real birthday should have been around September 9 it ended up being February 23. For so long I’ve seen this date as the day my baby died, but I am now choosing to see it as the day Story was born into the hands of the Lord.
We named our baby Story because it was the beginning of our story as parents. I still hurt and I still cry, we both still mourn the loss. We miss our baby. But those 9 weeks of complete and utter joy, that love, that gentleness and that change in my spirit and my heart – I am so thankful and so very blessed that we had that time with Story. And one day we’ll meet in heaven, rejoicing together at the foot of the Lord who is everything love and everything beauty and everything perfect. We’ll all be together as a family, whole and beautiful and bright.
Sweet Story, you changed our world forever. I know God has a reason for everything, and while we miss you more than I could ever find the words to say, you’ve helped your Mommy and Daddy become better parents and better people. In 9 weeks you changed everything. We love you so much.
Happy birthday beautiful child 🙂