There was a slight breeze yesterday that brought me outside for this photo. Almost 12 years ago, my husband and I experienced our first miscarriage. We were completely devastated. As we searched for the right way to grieve, we built a garden outside. I wanted a windchime to place into our garden and my husband found the perfect one. It was a tree with two little boys and two little girls swinging from it.
The nights had left me sleepless and full of tears. I was exhausted. One evening I fell asleep on the sofa and woke to my husband's voice saying, "Do you hear it? The baby is playing." In my wakening haze, for a split second, my heart raced and my eyes darted across the room....searching for my baby. That feeling only lasted an instant but it was one I will never forget. I looked at my husband and he again asked, "Do you hear it?" I listened and heard what he was talking about. The chimes were making the faintest tinkling sounds outside our window as they moved in the wind. My heart sank and then I remembered what else he had said - "The baby is playing." In that moment, his words could only make me think.... for I could muster no more. And in every breezy, chime filled moment since, those words have made me smile.
We now have enough angels to fill each seat under the tree....and then some. I smile when I think of them taking turns and laughing as they ride their swings on the wind.
