Today should have been Peter’s first birthday. Today Sean and I were at the beach, enjoying the sunshine, and suddenly Sean said, “How old would Peter be? About a year right?” He is amazing, how he remembers these things on the exact date. I’ve been thinking about Peter since we found out about our new baby. But today, I didn’t think of him until Sean spoke.
As we watched the children around us playing in the waves and the sand, we thought about how our lives would be today if we had been able to keep Peter. In many ways it would be the same – we’d probably still have come to Australia this year, we’d still be working in Thailand. But our lives would be filled with a little more joy because of a precocious little boy, running amok the way his daddy did when he was a kid.
I’m so thankful that I got to carry Peter for a few short weeks. He touched our lives in such a special way, and through his short life and subsequent death we have been changed in ways to difficult to describe.
So, today we remembered our Angel Boy, Peter, who we never got to hold. He would have been one year old today. And he would be so excited to be a big brother. As we remember him, we are thankful for the little Jellybean I am carrying right now – and we are praying that she remains strong and healthy so that we can hold her in our arms in 7 months.
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