Little Girl

Hi Everyone! Happy Monday! :)

So, over the weekend, I went with my parents to the Compassionate Friends summer potluck. The Compassionate Friends are for parents who have lost a child, and they make siblings feel welcome, too.

After the dinner, we went down to the airstrip. (Actually, I should have started this post by saying this was held at Alice's, who has this amazing piece of land up above the Colorado National Monument. There's an airstrip (her husband flew planes) and the most beautiful little log chapel, which is where my husband and I got married.)

Anyway, down to the airstrip, and they had balloons, and you could write messages and place them on the balloons and once everyone was ready, you let go and sent them up to Heaven.

I picked out a purple one for my brother. And felt a little sad, but it was OK.

And then almost all the balloons were taken, and there were a few left and I don't know why but I went back and asked if I could have a pink one. For the baby girl we lost to a miscarriage. And I shed some tears for her, holding her pink balloon, which I never do. When it happened, I made myself get over losing her so fast...all I could do to get through it was to focus on the next thing, the next procedure, and that maybe that would bring us a baby. (And it did.) But the sadness is there, buried deep inside.

I tied her balloon to Luke's (my brother's), and sent them up to Heaven together. 

Because I know he's up there looking out for her. 

XOXO