Each day is a gift

My sister in law is friends with someone who recently lost their baby in a bath time accident and she asked me to help put a couple scrapbook pages to go in the guest book at the funeral. I don't know the particualrs, but I do know she was about a month younger than Joseph. 

This was kind of hard to do. I kept looking at the pictures and comparing them to my baby.

My heart hurts so bad for her parents. I can only imagine what it would feel like to not have Joseph here with us anymore and just imagining it hurts me to tears. 

I know we are on this earth to learn and grow through trial and experience. Can I tell you that if I had to pick what I think the hardest trial is - it is loosing a child or not being able to have one that you want so badly. A mothers arms (any woman) should not be empty.

I am grateful that I got the opportunity to do this. It made me step back and realize I want the bottles that crowd my counters and the crums that rule my kitchen floor. I want to put a baby down for a nap unsucessfully 5 times a day. 

I want to make baby food and scour all the floors in my house for choke-ables because I want him here. I need to not complain about the small stuff cause it is the price I pay to have him and it is not a high price at all.

There is a blog that has information about this sweet little girl along with a place to donate funds to help pay for the funeral.

each day is a gift. Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget.