I would do it all again

I would do it all again, you know.

Even knowing the ache that waits at the end, I would carry you.

I would feel your tiny flutters, dreaming of freckles on your cheeks and a dimple softening your chin.

I would walk the whole path again, because your life, no matter how brief, was such a radiant gift.

I would do it all again, even though God didn’t answer my prayers in the way I so desperately longed for.

I would do it all again, even though I now know the hollow ache of empty arms.

You brought beauty to this world, a beauty that lingers still.

Through your memory, you keep bringing light.

Sweet Avery, you are a gift to all of us, a treasure whose impact ripples far beyond this earthly life.

You have given others comfort, glimpses of hope, reminders that God does not let pain be wasted.

I am so grateful to be your mama, so proud to carry your story everywhere I go.

And one day, oh, one beautiful day, I will hold you again.

Some days, the sight of your empty chair pulls at the tender, broken places in my heart.

But I cling to the promise of a day when all partings will end.

And what a day that will be.

Happy 4th heavenly birthday, Avery!

Your sisters love you and name their baby dolls after you, we ache for you.

Such a great “cloud of witnesses,” of which you are a part. How beautiful heaven must be🤍