Such joy. Such wonder. Such amazement as I stared at my growing belly protruding over my waistline. Such excitement as furniture was placed in the blue hued room, clothes hung upon the once empty closet rod. Such happiness as just the mere touch of our hands would send his little kicks into full fledge motion.
And then nothing. No kicks. No wonder. No amazement. Just grief. Just plans for burial.
Just “I’m sorry”s.
But amidst the void of it all there is an abundance of hope, life.
For, He is holding our little boy in the glorious places on high. 
I know someone who is dealing with this right now. Heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteSo very real and so sad. I like the ending - hopeful, while not being overplayed.
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