I can’t show you the images that are emblazoned on my heart. I can’t share the photos of *’our’ baby girl in heaven.
As I snuggle up with her big brother in the home he knows so well, my heart swells with love. But, each time I do (and it is often!) my heart eeks out just a little of the intense grief that I keep carefully tamped down.
You see, he has her eyes.
I cling to the image of that baby girl snuggled up in the arms of Jesus. Daily, her big brother is snuggled up in mine. She is HOME.
*in our home (as foster parents or otherwise) we don’t distinguish how we love. ‘Born into’ or ‘chosen’ for our family, we love wholly.
I am a 40 + Canadian gal who feels like I have lived many lives. My current life consists of raising 4 foster babies ages 4 and under. It is crazy. It is hard. And it is so very good. In my spare time (insert laugh here) I am multi certified/licensed as a fitness instructor and working on more. Mid life crisis much?
I often find myself in a place where within the messy chapters of my life (Depression is part of this makeup of mine), I occasionally find my voice and feel compelled to share. This may only be because I am more extroverted than not more so than because I have something life altering to convey.
I hope to openly and vulnerably share my life with a huge dose of humour and maybe a pinch of sarcasm.
The underlying premise of everything I put forth is my faith which is grounded in love, hope, forgiveness, and grace.
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