It feels strange leaving Christmas behind, and to be standing what feels like only inches away from holding our newest child.
I wrote a few days ago on visiting the cemetery, and how it had been months and months since going to see Jenna. After Christmas turned into just another normal day today, grief doesn’t feel so close, so bitter, or so strong. It just is. It’s there, like a precious book on a shelf. Something you know you have, something you can pick up and learn so much from, and something you know you will hold onto for your entire life. The something that’s changed you through and through.
This past Christmas was probably the best Christmas we’ve ever had together. It is a miracle in itself that I am still able to be at home, with my son and husband, and not strapped to a hospital bed. Both previous pregnancies I have had to be on hospital bed rest for at least 2 weeks or so before giving birth. I can’t stop thinking how good God’s been, to just allow us to spend Christmas at home, and together. Especially now, since Joseph is finally at the age where he can appreciate all the big and little things about Christmas like lights, wrapping paper, snowmen, baby Jesus.
My heart is full.
And… this. A sneak peek of the possible book cover for Celebrating Pregnancy Again. I’m so excited I can’t stand it!