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