I always pray for Aubrey. I pray that she feels my love for her and that she’ll know me when I meet her in Heaven. At night, when I can’t fall asleep I think of how she’ll look. I imagine her with long, dark curly hair, and big brown eyes. She’ll run toward me with a big smile and she’ll know who I am. That will be the best day.
As painful as it feels, today I’m praying for a different baby. I’m asking God to give us a brother or sister for Aubrey and to protect our hearts in the process. I know that everyone wants a healthy baby, but I’m begging for one. I dream of tiny feet and chubby fingers and not ever having to say good-bye.
Sincerely, Sarah 