Friday, May 17, 2013


If she were a girl, her name would have been Clare. For the short-lived 2 weeks after I saw that faint blue line with disbelief and joy all happily intermingled, I could just feel it - that she would be a chubby little princess with her father's beautiful lashes and stubborn heart. But God called her home one night, maybe because He knew best... No, because He knew best. So up she went to join her brother, who was probably going to be called Tyson. Or Paul.

I will always pray for you my babies, and know you will pray for us too.

Love you for eternity.

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