A Very Special Visit

Last month, I had the pleasure of meeting Holly and her family. They were in the area, so we made an afternoon of it! I even took her to Isaiah's resting spot. I can't explain how special it was to actually meet up with a dear friend from the blogging world. This is the "world" that supports me through the difficult days/weeks and keeps me in prayer. Holly is so loving and always has a smile on her face. To say that this visit was special, would be an understatement!

Tattooed Footprints

On Isaiah's birthday, I went and had his real footprints tattooed under my rainbow. This was originally part of the "blueprint" when I went to go and get the rainbow, his name and birth/death date tattooed in January. I decided to wait and see if I wanted to do his footprints at a later time. A couple of weeks before his birthday, I decided to go and do it. It was the last chapter to the story that my back tells. When I look at my back, I see a story. It's a picture book. :) There are people who ask about it, and I'm able to share little pieces of what has happened with the loss of my son, and it's a great way to share my faith. Share the hope that I hold, and the grace that God gives. The footprints show life. Life that starts from conception. It shows that at 19.5 weeks of pregnancy, a child is fully developed. Sometimes, I feel as though people shrug off my loss because I had only went through half of my pregnancy. Like there wasn't anything to loose. Like my child wasn't really here. Take a look at my back, and you will see the footprints of a little boy who was real. He was here. He was alive. It's my fourth son. I miss that little boy. I wish that I could hear those little feet running through my home.


~I'll be sharing more pictures from his birthday soon~

Happy Birthday Isaiah

Two years ago, you blessed my life, with yours. You were gently placed in my arms. I was amazed by the detail in which God had formed every little piece of you. You were perfect. From your little eyes, soft ears and button nose. Down to your slender fingers, long legs and ten little toes. All that I could speak to you, were the words, "I love you Isaiah Christopher." I needed to know that you were hearing my voice until you couldn't hold on any longer. You did so good. You were so brave. A mother couldn't be more proud of her son, than I am of you. You have transformed my life so deeply. I learned lessons in life, that one can't learn by picking up a book, or years attending college classes. I learned how to love more deeply. To be thankful for the simple things that this world offers. Life, that only God can knit. Love, that penetrates the depths of the soul. I will never take for granted the fifteen minutes that we were given. I will never stop sharing your life with others. I ache to hold you in my arms again. I love you beyond the moon and stars. You are greatly missed Isaiah. Happy birthday son.

Forever loved,
Mommy
xxoo