Eight Weeks and Three Days

It has been eight weeks, three days, four hours and fourteen minutes since Sophie was born. This past week seemed to be one of the hardest, full of unimaginable pain but we made it through each day and continue to keep going by the grace of God.

Today I finished Sophie's baby book and have spent the past hour listening to some of the songs from Sophie's funeral and one other of my favorites, How Beautiful. For some reason, I can't seem to press the "order" button and order the book. It has been something I have put many hours into and I guess being done with it, feels like another loss. I know I will treasure having it and am excited to order it but still, something else that is done.

Here are the front and the back covers of her book.

We are ever so thankful for the memories we have of Sophie and all of the precious pictures. We are also so very thankful with how gentle everyone is with us. Some days I feel like my heart might just burst from the pain but it doesn't and I keep going. I keep praying it will get easier, eventually. The other song that helps me with this is, Be Still. Amy sang this at Sophie's funeral and it helps to remember the words and know God is here and we need to be patient with ourselves.

Adventure

Last weekend, Bill and I decided to go on an adventure. There are gullies just west of my parent's house and I had never explored in them. We decided we might as well give it a try and see what it was like down in the gullies. To begin, our decline was a little steep but once we got down, it was absolutely beautiful. There were so many tracks from deer, coyotes and possibly a wolf. It kept us occupied for an afternoon and it was very healing being outside on an amazingly beautiful day.

Smile

After a difficult day, I decided to peruse through my pictures to find something that would make me smile and not cry for a few minutes.

I came across these and they of course, made me smile.