Friday, July 10 was Brenden's 13th birthday. Being that Hunter broke his arm the night before and I spent a long night in the ER that night, I slept through most of the day. And then I woke up and remembered, and whispered a happy birthday to my angel. I never even knew what God had in store for me the day I said goodbye. If you'd told me I would have 7 kids 13 years later, even despite having so many miscarriages....I would have laughed in your face. But it's amazing how much time has healed this wound...I simply remember him, and I smile now at the memories that a mother's heart can carry across the years.
Last edited by ShiningLight; 07-16-2009 at 09:29 PM.