This week has been bittersweet. The upside is that Steve, Emma, and I are healthy, loving our home and hometown, enjoying dear friends, and planning fun things (Emma’s second B-day, holidays, anniversary…). On the downside, we are heading to a funeral tomorrow for a precious baby that never had the chance to meet his momma out of the womb. He died from unknown causes during labor and went to be with Jesus before he had the chance to breath his first breathe. I cried my eyes out the night I heard what had happened. There was nothing anyone could have done, not his mom, not the doctor…you’re never sure quite what to think when these things happen. Who do you blame? Why didn’t he get to meet his momma…for even a minute? She was going to be an amazing mother, why didn’t she have the chance? She got to hold him after the delivery all bundled in a blankie and cap, still warm and soft. That just kept playing over and over in my head last night and I just wondered, if that were me, how could I ever give him up? How could I ever let someone take him from me, never to see him until heaven? But you don’t have the option of keeping your baby. I’m just not sure when you would come to a moment when you could give him away, knowing it will be forever. Steve and I went into Emma’s room that night and just stared down at her as the mintues ticked by. She looked so perfect sleeping peacefully, her little ruffled blond curls and pink cheeks, all curled up in her blankies. I’m so thankful because you just never know what life will bring.