Eleven months

Almost a year ago I wrote this, a letter to Ted about his baby sister Lily. It was one of the hardest letters I ever had to write. I told him how sorry I was that we would not get to keep his sister. I told him if love were enough we would. One year later, 11 months without Lily, and the ache in my heart, more than for myself, is for Ted missing his little sister. 

It's just not supposed to be this way.

My sweet Ted,

In two weeks you will be 2 1/2 and in one month Lily will be one. One year old in Heaven. When I dreamed of having children, I dreamed of you being best friends with your siblings. All close in age, one right behind the other in school. I dreamed of you sharing a room and keeping each other up at night. I dreamed of you sneaking out of your room to look for presents on Christmas Eve. I dreamed of you smothering her with sweet kisses. I dreamed of her eagerly trying to keep up with you. I dreamed of you protecting her, looking out for her, always with her best interest in mind. I dreamed of you sharing your hopes, your wishes, and your dreams with your sister. 

I never dreamed of this.

I never dreamed of a world where I was so torn between Heaven and Earth. I never dreamed of world where I could delight in the sweet little boy you are becoming, and all the while have tears streaming down my face yearning for your sister. I never dreamed my most cherish picture of you and Lily would be of you holding a photograph of her. I never dreamed you would never get to hold her. I never dreamed you would have to rely on our memories to know your sister. I never dreamed of celebrating your sister's first birthday in a cemetery. 

Almost 18 months ago, all of these dreams shattered right before my eyes. In the blink of an eye, the world I never dreamed of became my reality. Ted, I am so sorry. I am so sorry that you do not have your sister here with you. I am so sorry that you never got to hold her. I am so sorry that I could not save her. And if love were enough, I could have. But I want you to know more than anything that if I could do it all over again I would in a heartbeat, and I wouldn't change a thing.

Because I also never dreamed Heaven could kiss Earth. I never dreamed I could feel such tremendous grace as I held a perfect soul in my arms. I never dreamed that my love for my children could be this intense. I never dreamed I could love your dad so much through this grief. I never dreamed that I would truly see Jesus in the face of my daughter and my son. I never dreamed that you would have your very own personal saint to pray for you in Heaven. I never dreamed that my heart could simultaneously beam with pride and be swallowed with heartache at the sound of you saying her name. I never dreamed I would have such a clear vision of Lily dancing in the Resurrection. 

I never knew that grieving so intensely is a sign of loving so immensely.

One year later and I have another song for you Ted. I listen to this song and I think of the story you will get to tell because Lily is your sister. You will get to tell a story where grace wins every time you choose life. You will get to tell your own story, that even though you may not remember it, a story of the day Heaven reached down and touched the earth and your sister changed us all. I pray every day that this moment will resonate in your soul and that it will carry you through every tough time you may face. 

I love you Ted and I am so sorry you do not get to grow up with your sister, at least not the way I ever dreamed.

Love, Mom

If I told you my story

You would hear Hope that wouldn't let go

And if I told you my story

You would hear Love that never gave up

And if I told you my story

You would hear LIfe, but it wasn't mine

If I should speak then let it be

Of the grace that is greater than all my sin

Of when justice was served and where mercy wins

Of the kindness of Jesus that draws me in

Oh to tell you my story is to tell of Him

This is my story, this is my song
"My Song"