It's hard to answer when people ask how I'm doing. On one hand, my days are mostly spent playing with cars and trucks, reading books and making "cracker sandwiches." (If only Little P would eat more than crackers and air.) But on the other, I grieve the loss of our Sweet Charlotte. She is gone and now we stand here as the wind rushes by, and life begins to "settle down." But what if I don't want it to?
It's not up to us to decide. Just to follow. And trust. And I'm okay with that. Though I wish that my girl were here with us to experience all that is our life together. To hear big brother's screams of joy, take in the familiar smells that are our house, to hear the birds chirping and Bear barking...to have to squint from sunshine. I wanted her to taste life but I have to remember that she did. She felt the incredible love her of her parents, the compassion of her medical team, the peace of God's love as He cradled her. Although Charlotte experienced a lifetime of struggle, she lived a good life, always surrounded by His love and those who continue to carry her in our hearts.