“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” ~Winnie the Pooh
My precious, beautiful Ellianna Grace,
This day has been written in the scars on our hearts. The fourteenth of July will always remind me that it was the last day I got to smooch your scrumptious cheeks. I can’t help but remember the deafening fear that rose when I saw you slipping away. That last kiss, last breath, last holding you in my arms. I still remember the feelings of helplessness, and whispering screaming prayers that you would get to stay. This day, this beautiful summer day will forever inflame the lasting scars that were torn in my tender heart. But tucked within what’s left, the fourteenth of July is also an Ebeneezer, reminding me of the graciousness of our God in welcoming you into His arms; His healing of your every pain and struggle. I can celebrate in knowing that you are whole, and well, and safe, and that after all my waiting is done I will get to see you again. My story is not a story of loss, of heartache, or pain. It is one of absolute Grace. Pure blessings. Answered prayers.
I love you indefinitely, my little girl. Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers (Iain Thomas). I long to breathe the essence of you, trace your delicate features, and tie ribbons in your hair. Someday, my sweet Ells.
I will revel in every joyful memory I have of your precious life, and will live with the purpose you inspired me towards. Someday I will hold my treasure again, and I am so excited to hear your giggle as I pepper your face with kisses. The veil is thin, my sweet.
You are adored, cherished, held dear. Your little, magnificent life has left a beautiful impression on so many hearts.
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