2 years ago....

It was 2 years ago today that our first little baby went to be with Jesus. At only 10 weeks along it was still to early to tell by ultrasound whether this first little miracle of ours would have been a boy or a girl, but Rob and I felt in our hearts that it was a boy. As part of the healing process, we named our little boy Joseph and buried his tiny body in a beautiful place next to the Molalla river. We have since been blessed with a healthy baby girl who brings more joy and laughter to our lives with each passing day. She is 14 months old already and we thank Jesus for her everyday. Since we got pregnant so soon after loosing baby Joey, it is sometimes easy to forget to give thanks for his time with us as well, but finding out that we were pregnant with him was one of the happiest moments for Rob and me and losing him has helped make our marriage stronger. The experience, however painful, has given me the compassion and understanding to relate with other women who have been through similar struggles, and for that I am truly thankful!

And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28

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cheri said…
Anniversaries can be powerful times of growth and understanding! My heart is with you.
November 28, 2009 at 10:33 AM
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