December!!

December has always been VERY hard for me. When I lost my daughter, Sarah Marie, she was buried the day before Christmas Eve. I didn't want her to wait until after Christmas or be buried on Christmas or Christmas Eve. When we got back to our house in Nebraska after burying her, our tree was up and the presents were all under the tree. So for many years my family kept getting on to me for not putting my tree up until Christmas Eve and taking it down Christmas afternoon. It seemed pretty worthless for it be up when the presents were unwrapped. Up until my Baby, I didn't go and get Christmas presents until Christmas Eve. I hated HATED the holiday. Along with Easter- pretty much for the same reason. I lost Allen Scott the day before Easter. Now with my Baby's help we put the tree up right around this time of year and I don't cry as much as I did before. Even today Dear Abby had a poem that I wanted to share with you all. It is a very touching poem, that I know helps me try and get a grip on my kids. They had Spinal Muscular Atrophy (SMA) it was actually called Werdnig-Hoffman Disease. I know that I have talked about them often. I am sorry. I think about them often. Please enjoy the poem.

HEAVEN'S VERY SPECIAL CHILD

A meeting was held quite far from Earth.
It was time again for another birth.
Said the Angels to the Lord above --
"This special child will need much love.
"Her progress may be very slow,
"Accomplishment she may not show.
"And she'll require extra care
"From the folks she meets down there.
"She may not run or laugh or play,
"Her thoughts may seem quite far away.
"So many times she will be labeled
"'different,' 'helpless' and disabled.
"So, let's be careful where she's sent.
"We want her life to be content.
"Please, Lord, find the parents who
"Will do a special job for you.
"They will not realize right away
"The leading role they are asked to play.
"But with this child sent from above
"Comes stronger faith, and richer love.
"And soon they'll know the privilege given
"In caring for their gift from heaven.
"Their precious charge, so meek and mild
"Is heaven's very special child."

Thank you, Baby for helping make some sense out of losing them. I love you with all of my heart. I hope you all have a great night. Hold your Baby real tight and maybe the nightmares will go away. I know they did for me last night. I love you, Baby. Thank you for stopping by and reading the poem.