Josiah,
Happy 7th Birthday!
Seven. I’m not sure how we’ve made it seven years but here we are.
This year feels significant. It was the first August 24th morning I woke without tears. In fact I smiled when I remembered my moments with you! This doesn’t mean today hasn’t had tears or the kind of pain that closes your throat tight. It just means God is restoring more and more of our time without you.
We still miss the heck out of you. I wish more than anything God would give me a quick peek of you right now. I’m anxious to see your smile, to see if your eyes turned brown, and hear the sound of your voice. The distance between us is torture.
If you were here, I’d know so much about you by the age of seven. You’d be smack dab in the middle of our chaos. Your shoes would be buried in the pile, your lunch box lined up on the counter, your screams and laughter echoing from the backyard for the whole neighborhood to hear.
There are still no words for the heartbreaking love a momma has for her little boy in heaven. But this year there is a hope that we will make it another seven years without you. And we’ll keep doing so until we’re together again.
Seven years closer Josiah. I’ll be there “soon”.
To eternity and back, your Momma
Stephanie Rische says
Seven, the perfect number. And Josiah is in a perfect place, with no more tears. Love to all of you as you miss him.