Tuesday, January 13, 2015

One Year Later

Tomorrow it will be a year...365 days, 8760 hours, 525,600 minutes or 31,536,000 seconds will have passed since learning the tragic news that our daughter Ava Grace died in my womb.  As I have been reflecting on that day  that changed our lives forever, I have thought a lot about how my husband and I were robbed of the opportunity to raise her, nurture her, and protect her, throughout her life....


 I have gotten angry on more than one occasion thinking about it, but then God gently reminds me that we didn't lose the privilege of loving her.



I will always treasure....


This picture of her tiny footprints next to David's finger.


Her stocking on our mantel.


Her Christmas ornaments




The garden box David built in her memory.





Her baby shoes and assorted baby items that we accumulated in anticipation of her birth, along with the sweet gifts and sympathy cards we received after her death.


Our Memorial tattoos






Remembering all the sweet acts of kindness that our friends did in her honor.



And wearing the beautiful pieces of remembrance jewelry I received from dear friends.


Even though her tiny body is now a thimble-full of ashes, Ava is and always will be a part of our family. We will continue to speak her name and remember her life until our last breath here on earth. Next month I am giving birth to her little brother Isaac. I look forward to when I can share with him the beautiful, yet short life his sister lived and how she changed our family. We have been carved into different people, ones who understand the fragility of life and cherish the sacredness of every moment with those we love. Our dreams for her life will never be, but she will live on in our memory and be loved by us for eternity.