It’s been 4 years…
~since I heard her babble “maa”
~since I saw her smile her sweet, sweet smile
~since I washed & folded a load of clothes peppered with pink
~since I changed her diaper unknowingly for the last time
~since I pumped, froze, thawed, fortified & set her pump for feeding
~since I slept half of the night with her on my chest
~since her daddy held her the other half of the night on his
~since I debated over which ruffly sleeper she should wear
~since I dressed her as she stared up at me with her deep blue eyes
~since I put her bow on…pink, of course
~since I strapped her in her car seat
~since her big brother held her hand on the ride
~since I checked the rearview mirror and saw her sleeping peacefully
~since she dozed off into Heaven
~since I heard her take her last breath and exhale into Glory
~since she met Jesus
Four years further away and yet four years closer.
The only thing I’ve learned in these four years without her is that my heart will never stop aching for her.
One day though….oh, one glorious day!