And Life Goes On...

So we are back in the swing of things. Trying to squeeze out some fun for the boys during a dark time. The sun really is shining most days again, and the peace that passes all understanding permeates my heart. I cry a little each day for our baby, but each day the tears are a wee bit smaller, the sobs a bit shorter, and my dry eyes are back a bit quicker. And so it is well with my soul.

Malachi was such a trooper. He was a little man of big faith - he would lay hands on me daily and pray that the baby would come back to life. On that note - he also told my Mom that she was getting old, and soon she would die, but that was okay, because he would just lay hands on her and raise her from the dead too. That's what God wants grownups to say.

Luca being only two, would put his chubbly little hands in the air and say.. "baby gone? Mommy baby gone?"

Tony stepped right up to bat in the last few weeks and let me rest. He played with the boys day in and day out. Rugby, basketball, bike trailer rides and warm water in our upgraded pool. (We went from a tupperware size to a 6 foot long one that even grownups can lounge in for some respite.)

All in all we are thankful. God his cemented some new truths about Himself in our hearts. He has reminded me again and again of the miracle that is Malachi and Luca. That as they were formed within me, their little hearts kept beating, and their little fingers kept forming, and they were perfect, and if that isn't a miracle, I don't know what is.