Time heals all wounds. Does it? Really? Not a day goes by that I don't think of Abbie. Not a day goes by that a tear doesn't slip down my cheek. I know in my head that the pain will lesson. It is my heart that is unsure. I wish that I could press a fast forward button and skip the next 10 years. Maybe then the pain will have lessened some. Some days the pain is so fresh, it feels as though we lost her just yesterday. I wish that I could bottle up my tears. Then one day, she would know just how much I love her.
My Abbie will be 7 months old on Monday. She is now sitting up and trying to crawl. She has now been gone for half of her life. I still think that I hear her crying. I walk past the baby section thinking that she needs diapers. It is no longer my place to care for her needs. That is not entirely true. What greater thing can I do than pray for her? If you read this one day, my precious baby girl, know that your "mommy" prayed for you. My heart cries out to God on your behalf. One day we will see you again. If you have not been introduced to Jesus, then your "daddy" and I will tell you all about Him. He loves you. He is watching out for you. Until then, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!
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