I thought about writing about her the other day, when the Daily Prompt was Sweet Sixteen. Today that little girl we held so briefly, is Sweet Sixteen. Sixteen sweet years she has been in heaven, seeing Jesus face to face, walking on golden streets with the angels, David, Mary, Job and so many more.
Though she was an infant, 36 weeks gestation when she was born still, the picture of her in my mind is of a little girl, about three years old, with blonde curls and bright blue eyes, twirling in a white lacy dress.
I still wonder – does God part the clouds for her to peak in on us? Does she run to her big brother Matthew, and say . . . . “look, at our little niece! She’s rolling over.” Matthew so loved babies – I like to think they love on the babies together. I even wonder, being this also the 41st anniversary of Roe vs Wade, how many babies they hold as a result of abortion.
Though she is thought of so often, today is her day, a day I am still thankful to have loved her than not at all. A bittersweet day, missing what we missed out on – but she has not missed anything here. And so tonight we will have a cake and be thankful for our little sweet sixteen daughter, who only knows sweetness and purity with Jesus.
And I wonder again, will she she catch the kisses I blow to her today? Maybe Matthew teases her and catches some meant for her!
And does she blow kisses back?
I think so.
Happy Birthday our Angela Hope.
We love you.