To Our Baby Girl

 

Dear Baby Girl, my sweet Dorian, 

Twenty-five years ago today, you were born into Heaven. My heart died that day right along with you. I prayed for you, to have you, to hold you. I wanted you so desperately. I only had you long enough to know that He heard my prayers and then you were gone. Born asleep, never to know the pain that this life holds, but to also never know my complete love for you, which grieves me to this day. 

What would you have been like? Would you have had my eyes, my hair? Would you have liked to watch the birds, too? Would you have been a bashful beauty? Or, would you have been like your daddy, blue eyes, a sense of humor, an outgoing personality, and able to speak in public? These are things I will never know. 

What I am sure of is that you would have loved to read, just as your sisters and brothers do. I think that you would have loved My Little Pony, too. Maybe. The others are three against one on that one. 

On this day of I miss yous and what would have beens, I wanted to let you know that you are still very much a part of my heart. The two weeks of grief that I was allowed to have and still be considered normal and not a mental case are long past. Saying good-bye to you has become a part of who I am. You are not here. I won’t see you again until Heaven, however long or short a time that may be. Until then, my heart cries for you. 

I love you, baby girl. Have a beautiful birthday up there with all of our family. Please hug the folks for me.  

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” –Washington Irving 

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A Heavenly Birthday

Today is our Dorian's 24th birthday in Heaven.  She never breathed even her first here on this earth.

Here is a modified version of a poem that I wrote during what would have been her 4th Christmas season.

 Happy birthday, baby girl. We love and miss you very much.

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Happy Birthday!

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Prayer Request: Lainey Joy

Lainey Joy was born 30 May 2013. She is the grand-daughter of a friend of mine. Isn't she adorable? Look at that smile!

I am writing to you today to ask for prayer for this little sweetie. She was born with some significant health issues, including some really bad things wrong with her heart. I do not remember (and probably couldn't spell!) the official names of all that is happening to her, but it is very serious. She will probably be having her first heart surgery late this week or early next week.

Please keep Lainey Joy in your prayers. She needs them and so does her family.

The Holocaust Was Okay, Right?

NOT!

And neither is the one going on in America today. What holocaust, you ask? I am talking about the one that has been 'legal' since 1973 in the United States. The rampant ripping, burning, and mutilation of babies right out of their mothers' wombs. This is happening not just during the legal time frame for an abortion, but even up to the time of birth. In the case of an abortion doctor that I just read about, he killed them even after they were born, doing horrible, torturous things to these poor little babies.

I am anti-abortion. I am pro-choice...the choice being for life. I am pro-death penalty, especially for those that are murderers for hire. They made the choice to kill; the babies have had no say, no choice in anything. They didn't choose to be conceived nor did they choose to die. You may think that my anti-abortion and pro-death penalty beliefs are in contradiction to each other, but they are not. Yes, all life is sacred, from newly conceived on up to people that are so old that they can't even remember their birth date. My choice for the death penalty has to do with responsibility for one's actions. If a person chooses to commit a crime, they should realize there will be consequences for that crime. In some cases, the consequence is death. An unborn baby is incapable of a crime or a choice of any sort, so why should they be put to death, just because they are small and weak and unable to voice an opinion?

I can't fathom anyone with a child of their own, reading what this man (and I use that term loosely!) did to these babies, not going into an outrage if someone did the same to their children. It is no different, a death because the mother chose to abort is no less a death. And, in the case of this man, clearly torture, depraved indifference, and murder, not just a simple death.


I am rambling now. This is a very emotional subject for me and many others. Please go visit The Humbled Homemaker.  She says what I feel way better than I ever could. Thank you!