Almost. Tomorrow will be one month.
My heart still grieves the loss, but the joy is ever present. My joy, His joy in me, is ever present, ever strong.
How can this be?
This is Grace.
I have been able to sing, laugh, dance with my girls. With my beloved.
And I have shed many tears.
But my tears have not been hopeless ones.
One day, I will see this One. This Soul. This Image Bearer.
I know this. I will see you, one day!
And in the meantime, I imagine, what might have been, what could have been, and my eyes well up again.
Until I hear the pitter patter of tiny feet and feel the warm embrace of tiny hands reaching around me and smell the sweet aroma of their little bodies, these little ones, these precious ones that are here with me now, nuzzling their faces into me…
“Yes, my loves?” Two sets of sparkling eyes look at me ever so earnestly…
“I love you, Mama, I love you very much.” My older Little One announces. My littlest One chimes in “I love you too, Mommy!”
I smile. Joy. And we hold hands, make a circle and begin to dance to Gakavig...
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