Since I am on a every other day roll, today is supposed to be another "Portrait of My Babies Day" .....and, in a way, it is. Or, at least, it is the closest thing I've got.
Twelve years ago, today, was the due date of a baby that we lost when I was 9 weeks along. To help deal with our grief, we built a garden and on the first anniversary of that due date we made stepping stones. The husband and I made one together and our four children at the time each made their own.
Over the last eleven years, there have been more babies born and more babies lost. We have set aside September 14th as our "Angel Day". It is just a quiet day, marked on our calendar with a heart. We'll do something small for the garden ....or maybe just smile because the day is special and it is ours. This year, I am adding a picture to my 365. But, in previous years, each time that there has been a new baby we have added another stepping stone. The first one seen has two handprints, one belonging to me and the other to my husband. It is followed by ten smaller stones, each one different but all belonging to the same path. I see them every day and every day I think of the souls that I help guide through this life and the ones I only almost did. ...and I thank God for them all.
So, Happy Angel Day. I love you and thank you for being my babies.
