6 Months Today

Time sure does fly... I hate that it does, but it does.  I woke up this morning and just laid in bed and my 8 year old (not knowing today is 6 months of course) asked me if she could lay in bed and watch this show about newborns. Of course you can - and she proceeds to ask me questions about Michael, which is fine, she just hasn't in awhile.  She ends it with a big juicy question, "Can we have another one, one that we can keep?" Tough question, she certainly made me squirm : )  Then my sweet sister in law (never ever forgets) text me to tell me she was thinking about Michael, and with love.  She also remembered Michael on my birthday with a bracelet that is really cool, I will take a picture and post I promise.  It has a gemstone for each of my children and she of course did not forget Michael.  I am blessed, I know that life goes on and I am at peace, but I love that people remember him.  I worry that when I die someone will forget to put him in the coffin with me (silly for sure, like I am going to care huh?) but it is what it is, I am a tad neurotic.  It is unlikely to change this late in the game.

Anyways, fast forward to a few tears today, it happened a few times, but overall a good day and not a day of depression I promise.  Then the end of the day and a friend that lost her baby to Triploidy sent me this picture...

How incredibly sweet is that?!? I love, love, love this perfect timing.  She did not even realize today is 6 months.  6 months missing him.  I may read into things (my husband will assure you that I do), but I was thinking earlier (before this) about the strength that God gives us to carry us through every journey.  If this is not a reminder from God that he has Michael and His timing is perfect, not mine and that I need to listen and pay attention to His message and give my worries right back to Him. 

I do have a little angel up there...

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My favorite quote on her blog and sums up my feelings today...

"Sometimes,' said Pooh, 'the smallest things take up the most room in your heart."

— A.A. Milne