4.15.2012
He grows.
They shared about six weeks together. He shares her bright blue nursery, and maybe her marmalade hair. We are grateful for reminders of our eldest, etched kindly in the face
of a brother who resembles her.
She drew herself tighter, limbs curled, like a spider pulling its legs in to die. His body opens wide, his eyes, his arms, his mouth. While she shrank and faded and disappeared, he grows. He grows, and we catch happy glimpses of the way she grew at this stage, too.
JEB
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5 comments:
Such a blessing - ALL 3 of your children!
Your children are all lovely and we continue to love them through your writing!
I've always felt one of God's greatest gifts is the ability to see those we have lost in those we still have. I often have tears well up in my eyes when one of the boys says or does something or a certain expression crosses their face. It's almost as if time stops for a split second. You find yourself lost in that moment and when it passes, you wonder which one it is that you love that you just saw.
He is perfection. And remember a LONG time ago, we were talking about being in pictures and how we weren't in enough of them and then we'd critique them b/c our nails weren't polished or our hair wasn't perfect? I'm SO glad to see you in pictures with a true smile on your face. You. Are. Beautiful.
My oh my-he sure does look like her. I concur with Tiffany-you look amazing. Such a great picture of both of you.
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