Four Years Ago today was the day of our first miscarriage. So much has happened since then.
Grieving. Healing. More grieving. And seeing how God has used our tragedies for His glory. I am so grateful for that. I'm also grateful that this year the anniversary hasn't been paralyzing.
We have two children in heaven. Two children I will one day meet. Just this week the kids and I were talking about Baby Gabe and deciding the other baby's name is Baby Mickie (for Michael/Michelle). I love that we can talk about them, and it's not some family secret.
When I took our Christmas tree down a week ago, two of the ornaments represent the babies. And thanks to a dear friend from church who is more creative than I am, I've started giving grieving moms a pair of hand-knit, precious booties...a way to let them know their baby is cherished and missed by others. Maybe they'll put them on their tree, or somewhere else where they can see and know their baby is special. Sometimes just knowing someone else cares and grieves with you is all you need.
So if you know someone who's lost a baby, pray about how you can come alongside them. It may just be as simple as a pair of baby booties.