Monday, May 2, 2011

Will Today Be The Day: Day 16


Dear Little One,

Last night, your Dad and I were able to sleep...a lot. I woke up one time in the middle of the night with a strong contraction and neither your dad, nor Jack, nor Brody even budged. I don't think any of us (including the dogs) have slept like that this entire month. It was amazing.

After getting out of the house yesterday and sleeping well for the both of us, I thought I might be a little more active again today. On top of that, today is the anniversary of when your Great Poppa went to heaven so it is a meaningful day to our family.

Of all the things I am sorry that I can not show you when you are here on earth, I am most sorry that you will never know your Great Poppa. He was one of the biggest parts of your Aunt and I's life. When we were little, we would always cuddle up with him, your Aunt on one knee and me on the other. Our summers were spent at his and your Great Grandma's house and we would explore parks, caverns, restaurants and historic sites near and far. He was infamous for taking us to the candy store and we had a joke that you couldn't touch anything without Poppa buying it for you. He spoiled us rotten.

One of the last conversations I had with your Great Poppa, your Great Grandma said he didn't need to worry about her, that "Brittany would be giving her great grandchildren she could love on." I have never forgotten that. When I found out that I was pregnant, I had a hunch because of an extreme craving for an Oreo milkshake. Strangely enough, Oreo's were his favorite treat. I thought it so fitting when I realized your original due date (May 3rd) was so close to the day he went to heaven. God has such a perfect hand in everything and his timing is always right.

What better way then to spend the day than with your Great Grandma. Your dad and I picked her up along with your Great Aunt and took a ride through Great Seneca Park and then went to Jimmy Cone. It was perfect.

So today wasn't the day. I guess the timing wasn't right.

Will tomorrow be the day?

xoxo,

Your Mom

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