Life after the death of our baby, Toren. We grieve because we love.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Sometimes in the night, our daughter comes into our bed. This morning when she woke up, she wanted to play a game. She usually comes up with some kind of game first thing. She threw the covers over her head and said, "Pretend you were waiting for your egg to hatch, but before the baby could be born, hunters came!" I threw my arm over her and said, "Be gone hunters!" And I roared. Then peep, peep, peep, a little creature emerged from the blankets.
This morning I got to do it. I got to save my baby.
I can't tell if these games are a gift or a curse.