It's the day.
The worst of the year.
I promise to not let it overshadow anything that Ani or Micah may do,
but it's in my mind.
It's in my heart.
3 years since I heard my son Nate.
3 years since I saw Ani dance.
3 years since we lived in our 1st home,
where we brought our first two children home.
Where they learned to walk.
Where they learned to talk.
Where they learned to love.
1 comment:
You are prayed over and thought of more than you know. I see you becoming stronger, your faith is growing, your love is increasing. You are a overcomer. You will dance and play again with all of your kidoes. I pray for your protection, healing, and many more blessings in your life ahead.
Post a Comment