Blast From the Past

Yesterday was a hard day. I figured it was because we were all sick with a nasty summer cold, which made for clingy baby, fighting children, grouchy parents, and an all around crazy house.

I was close to tears all day. I felt sad, weak, and lonely.

By evening I realized that it wasn't just the cold making me feel this way. It was seeing Amy dressed in the same overalls that Jacob wore as a baby. Seeing her dance around in them reminded me of happier days.

It's bittersweet, watching my baby grow up, while missing a son who never got the chance to.

Yet, I dreamed last night of holding baby Jacob. And for just a moment, in dream land, all was right with the world.