I went to an infant’s funeral last night. Sad, sad times. The little boy, Skylar, was born with a cyst on his brain and only lived for a week. The parents had actually known since the 20 week ultrasound about the cyst. They were told many things ranging from he won’t survive the entire pregnancy to he could be born in complete health. Well, he was not. He was their first baby and he lay in a little white basket that was smaller than my laundry baskets, while pictures of him yawning, sleeping, and breathing flashed overheard.
After the funeral the dad, who is a musician friend of Steve’s, came up to me and said, “How are your girls doing?”
I didn't know what to say. What could I say? I managed to choke out, “Oh, they are fine,” without bursting into tears. All I could think was, they are great. They are healthy, they are fine, they are alive.
I am so thankful for my beautiful, healthy, spirited, funny, happy, content, alive baby girls. I am so blessed to have them and so very, very thankful for them today.