Friday, March 11, 2011

8 Long Weeks

It's been 8 weeks since Sully passed away. That is incredibly hard to believe. He lived here on earth 16 weeks and 2 days. I was blessed to have him for all but 2 days of his life. I live each day knowing that he is safe and healthy and waiting for me. Hope. Grace. Mercy. Faithfulness. They keep me going along with much encouragement from family and friends. I was blessed. I am blessed. I will be blessed, even though I have done nothing to deserve it. GRACE
  Last weekend I was witness to a true miracle of life! One day, soon maybe, I'll tell you about it. It was beautiful. It was joyful. It was God given.      It was painful. It was heart wrenching. It made me reel a little bit.   STILL, IT WAS A GIFT OF HOPE AND LOVE AND JOY!!!! Straight from God.

                     1 Thessalonians 4:13,14
   13 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him

    This passage is pure comfort.  Now, I thought I'd lighten the mood a little. A few people have asked if Sully was always a content, smiley, happy boy.   Ummmm, no. He was a baby, just like all others. He cried, he fussed, he peed on me :)   He spit up (a lot), he got me up at night (sometimes a lot), he arched his back with anger (not a lot). He was a regular little boy. So, here are a few pictures of him that aren't hanging on the wall or sitting in frames.

I'll finish with a happy baby playing on his activity gym, laughing at a mama being silly