Interestingly enough as I plan an Easter Quest with my quickly growing kids who are nearly too old for a traditional Easter Egg Hunt, I am sober...thinking of an Easter past...1997...the only holiday I spent with Kristofer. I think I am having these sullen type feelings because his anniversary is on Good Friday this year. I can still see his smiling face in front of me at my ex-mother-in-laws. I can hear his laugh and I can still feel his warmth on my chest as his tiny baby breaths rise and fall. Amazing how 14 years flies by in a flash and how quickly I can be transported right back to that time. In the business of life, there are admittedly days where my angel baby does not cross my mind, although he is always in my heart. Fourteen years later, I don't think the hurt will ever go away. I was woken by a voice in a dream this week...it was a boy calling out "Mommma"...I think it was my Kristofer. The voice was loud. It sounded so real. It shook me a little as I listened into the night for my Noah who was sleeping peacefully in his own bed in the room next door. I was left wondering if there was something that he was trying to tell me. Tonight I hug my earth bound babies a little tighter as I am so very thankful for everyday that I have with them.
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