It's been a hard day.
October 4th marked 16 months since Ethan left our arms for the arms of Jesus.
16 months... how can it even be possible?
It still feels like yesterday, and I can still feel him in my arms.
16 months later, and I still wonder every day if it is indeed possible to die from a broken heart.
I still wonder how I function every day, do what I need to do, mother Emily and take care of Baby Julia in my belly...
And I know it all goes back to God's grace.
What does God's grace mean to me now?
It means strength to do the impossible--- to breathe when your child no longer breathes on this earth.
16 months have passed, but as I've said before when it comes to time, it doesn't really mean anything.
16 months later, and the love is still the same.
16 months later, and I long for him as much as I ever have.
16 months later, and he is still my sweet baby boy.
16 months later, and still my heart's cry is...
I miss him.
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