6 Months Missing Amelia

Sweet Amelia,

With every month that passes since you left us 

I find myself bewildered all over again.

Has it really been 6 months since I held you?

For me time has slowed, the world goes on, 

but I can still close my eyes 

and put myself right back into that hospital room with you;

hearing your voice, kissing your cheeks.

Almost daily, I toggle between wishing that you know just how very much your daddy, brother and I miss you, and wishing...hoping that you don't know how much it hurts us that you are not here. 

Knowing you are safe and happy with Jesus is such a comfort, 

but it still so hard to go on without you.

Today I am finally getting around to mailing in the fingerprint impression we made on your birthday. I have been scared to mail it in until now for fear that something would happen to it in the mail or while being made into a charm, and it would be lost forever. I couldn't bear the idea of losing another piece of you...

But today, on your 1/2 birthday, I'm going to be strong enough. 

I'm going to let go, and pray 

this charm finds its way back to me safely.

It seems ages until I will see you again.

Oh, how I miss you sweet baby...

oh, how Mommy misses you.

I am so blessed to be your mommy.

If there is any goodness or strength in me

it is from Him, and through you.

You are the very best of me.

Sending you butterfly kisses and all of my love,

Mommy

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A Song for Amelia  
Please pause player below to listen to 
"Butterfly Kisses" by Bob Carlisle

Although this song may seem more of a lamentation,

when I hear the words of this song I find a much different message
and I see her heavenly face. 

-Melissa

All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly.
Spread your wings and fly.

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not
sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"