My Dad passed away 9 years ago yesterday. He was only 39 years old. I was 19. I miss him everyday.
And it just so happened, yesterday, I got hear my new baby’s heartbeat. Such a wonderful sound, especially when it took the Dr. extra long to find it. Doc said it was a little girl heartbeat. Both my boys had little girl heartbeats.
Last Sunday one of the Sacrament speakers spoke about tragedies that happen around Christmas. (It is very common to lose someone around the holidays.) And how we can still learn to enjoy our Christmas’s without that person.
I am not one to dwell on the past. You would hardly know that my heart has a huge scare right across it. I love to think of ALL the things I have instead of the things I don’t. (Except for granite countertops. Can’t a girl get granite! We have the money just not the justification.) Anyways…
I know if I didn’t have 3 little ones, soon to be 4, this holiday would be much harder. But Christmas is for my kids and I completely live through their big wide eyes. I actually love this season and in fact I love yesterday. It gives me time to remember the bad times so I can enjoy these good times.
I truly believe you appreciate the good more when you have lived through the bad. That’s what it’s all about right? I’m so thankful for the little heartbeat I heard yesterday.
.Temple Square.
