Happy Birthday, Kimble!

Labor Day is a bittersweet day for me and will be for the rest of my life here on Mother Earth.  Today marks my sweet little angel baby, Kimble’s second birthday with The Lord.  It’s hard to think that two years have passed, and I still carry her with me.

A lot can change in two years.  I feel like I have come full circle as I sit here and write this post.  Mr. is feeding our 10 month old his last bottle before bed.  I am listening to him whisper in Little Boy’s ear how much he loves him, and it warms me to the core.

A lot can change in two years.  Two years ago I was in bed, weeping for the baby I had lost.  Only six weeks along, when I miscarried; but I had lost a baby that I had already fallen in love with and named.  I remember the dinner we ate with my Mom and Dad.  I remember calling my sisters and telling them the news.  It’s crazy how it floods my mind and I get weepy as I reminisce.   

A lot can change in two years.  I have a healthy, and happy baby boy cooing as he falls asleep.  I have delivered a baby via C-section, changed thousands of diapers, and watched tumbles and triumphs.  I am a mother.

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of my Kimble.  There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t thank The Lord for Little Boy.  There isn’t a day that goes by that I can’t imagine my life without my little, or think of what life would be like had I had Kimble.

I have no idea why I had a miscarriage.  I have no idea why The Lord saw fitting that I be a mother to the best little boy I have ever met.  Can I say that I’m thankful for my miscarriage?  Yes.

A lot has changed in two years.