He is my hope.
Emily and I sit on the beach, a book in each of our hands. Soaking in the sunlight shining on our skin.
He is my hope.
We ride down the road on our bikes to the shopping center to get ice cream. We laugh.
He is my hope.
We go see Little Women the play at the local youth theater. We laugh all the way home. Memories are made. Ones that will never, ever be forgotten.
He is my hope.
I walk down the beach, my toes barely touching the water. The clouds are pink- cotton candy pink. I think of Lissa's mom. I think of Paige. She would have loved it.
He is my hope.
I hold Harper in my arms. Rocking her to sleep as she cries softly. Paige will never get to meet her. I soak up these moments with her. Because even if I'm not thinking about it now... They're moving. Eventually. And she won't be little forever...they won't be here, close to our home, forever.
He is my hope.
We go into one of the shops. I see the doll we sent her. It was a "Preppy Paige" doll. Completely opposite of who she
He is my hope.
Sadness fills my heart. I feel cheated. I can't send her pictures of all the beautiful things I'm seeing. I used to share all this with her. Now, well, now I can't.
He is my hope.
I stand beside Lissa in church. Her heart is hurting more than I can imagine today. I hold her sweet girl close to me as we pray.
He is my hope.
I fill out my Summer With the Arts form. Tears come to my eyes. I just think about that week. It makes me sick. And I hurt all over again.
He is my hope.
My birthday without her- again. My 16th of all things. Camp without her. Uganda without her. Summer With the Arts...without her.
He. Is. My. Hope.
Yes. That He is. Always.
HE. IS. MY. HOPE.
