I'm home alone on Good Friday night - Troy is out helping friends move, Hopey is in bed and haven't heard a peep (that girl is a rockstar sleeper!), I have watched my fair share of television, and just felt the need to write a bit. Life is awesome. Trials come of course, but what can you do? It has been 2 months since my second miscarriage, and while it was an easier healing time than the first, I still find myself thinking about that baby. I think it was a boy - is that crazy? From the time I found out I was pregnant, I had a feeling it was a boy, and even since then I have not been able to shake that feeling or thought. A part of me wants to name him, but the right name hasn't come to me. Maybe I wouldn't even share what that name was with anyone, but just something between my heart and the heart of the child I will someday meet in Heaven. Anyway, just something that has been on my mind lately.
Time marches on, and I continue to live by the verse I felt God gave me the day of the miscarriage - "Be joyful in Hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer." It still is taped to my bathroom mirror as a daily reminder. My Hope is amazing - she is the most perfect gift I could have ever been trusted with. What a delightful child! She has 2 teeth now and is finally showing an interest in food - except peas and beans of course. Those still make her gag (can't say I blame her). She is such a good sleeper that we actually haven't gotten up during the night with her since she turned 2 months old. Amazing! Her personality is coming out, and she is hilarious. She is very social and loves to be around people, however only if the setting remains quiet. She has never liked loud noises, and still doesn't. She loves her dogs and being outside. She gives kisses now, which come in the form of wide open mouth pressed up against yours. I'll take it - can't get enough of those slobbery sweet kisses! I love going upstairs every morning to get Hope. She never wakes up crying, just talking, and very patiently waits for someone to come get her. Sometimes she is so happy to see me, she starts clapping - haha! Then when I pick her up, we hug, kiss, and she lays her head on my shoulder and pats my back. It is the best part of my day. I have a lump in my throat right now just remembering those sweet moments that I will forever cherish.
