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...I'm not planning on posting every day. I just don't have the time. BUT- my husband has whisked away our sweet little boys, and left me with quiet time alone with God and Evelyn- with coffee. :)

Dear sweet Evelyn Rose-
Today you went with me to the zoo. I know you didn't see any of it, but the sun felt good on my skin, and both your brothers (and friends!) seemed to have a great time! I re-connected with a friend today that I met almost 10 years ago! She's one of those women full of goodness, gentleness- full to the brim! You'll get to meet her someday, too, for sure.
Last night our small group prayed over you and sang for you. Could you hear my voice? I sang with all I could, knowing you would feel the vibrations, hoping they would be comforting to you. Everyone's prayers felt good to my spirit. One woman thanked God for the sweet aroma you have given us already. It's so perfect that your middle name is Rose, because you really do give off a sweet fragrance- the existence of you life is beautiful, fragile, and temporary- just like a rose.
We sang several Hymns for you, but the song that meant the most to me was "Jesus loves me". I'm going to sing it to you, if I ever get the chance- face to face, just how us girls like to be. The song says, "little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is strong". You have made that so clear to all of us. Both of those things are what I told our Doctors when they told me you have no medical chance of life beyond my womb: I told them that babies are Gods and not ours, and that God is bigger and stronger than chromosome disorders. It was very tender for me to hear those truths put to the words and music of a child's song. That song I could barely sing, but I did, hoping someday you would understand it all. You have changed the way I see everything, little Evelyn Rose. Your life is beautiful.

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