It was the first of two miscarriages. After the second I gave away the layettes. There wasn't going to be children for me. My family and friends thought I was handling things ok. The truth is not so much. I was hurt and angry and wondered why me? Why didn't God bless me with children. There is no answer. I had to accept what happened and lean on my faith. This took some time and looking back I can feel God's presence through it all.
He looks good for a 26 year old bear. He pictured with afghans I crocheted for the new babies in my life. He photographs well!
Quite a few times I have placed him in the donation pile for Church garage sales or to give him to a new God child, niece or nephew. Each time I pull him out and put him back. You see
our first born would have been 26 years old this month. So in July I get to feeling a little sad. It passes because I'm reminded of all of my blessings that I have and continual to receive.
Sparkle is a gentle reminder of a dear friend and a life that I once carried inside me. Yes, every now and then I still need a hug.
This is life as I know it...