Yesterday, while driving, I got the sudden urge to go and visit Isaiah. Isn't it funny how that just sort of hits you sometimes? I didn't plan on it, then the next thing you know, I'm at a local flower shop buying tiny white baby roses. The flowers were so beautiful. One of the roses wasn't fully bloomed.... just like my precious Isaiah.
I sat the stem of roses gently on the seat next to me, which represented the seat that he will never fill. I kept picking up the stem and inhaling the aroma of rose, storing it deep in my memory, the scent that will rest above my son.
I wish I could yell as loud as possible, and tell Isaiah how much I love him, and for just a split second God would allow him to say it back to me. For now, I'll look upon the simple things in this world that appear before me, such as a colorful rainbow or delicate baby rose, that speaks to me, saying "I love you mommy."
Oh, how I love that little boy....
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What a lovely gift for Isaiah - pure, white, and sweet. Sending my love to you....
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Cheryl
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I bet they smelled and looked beautiful. It's been a bit since I've visited Carleigh and I think it's about time!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Love those baby roses and what a perfect innocent gorgeous flower for your angel!!!
ReplyDeleteThat is so sweet, it was like HE was giving YOU flowers! How great that even as a baby in heaven he can show you how much he loves you, too.
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