Two years

I cannot believe it's been two years since we sat in that small sterile room. Two years since we got the diagnosis. Two years of tears, pain, healing and joy. 

Not a day goes by that I don't think about my Elijah. Not a day that I don't wish I could hold him. In most situations I have a flash of wondering what it would be like with him here. 

The ache has slowly been replaced with fond, yet sometimes overwhelming  memories and the tears have turned into eyes clearly set on following where God leads us. 

I am grateful today that I can remember, and with a heart of pure thanksgiving give glory to the One who never left us. The One whose plan is perfect. The One who holds this momma's heart.