Hubbie took the older two kiddos to the museum this morning-
it's free, first Saturday of the month and they have some crafts set up especially for children.
Anyway, I stayed home with baby. I picked up a few things and than felt like it was just too gorgeous outside to stay in and clean. So I threw the babe in the stroller and went a walking.
Nice, it was a perfect crisp sunny blue day with 55 and climbing to 69. I LOVE this weather.
Fefe just babbled away, singing all kinds of songs to me...I opted not to take my Ipod, counting on some hit songs from this 15 mos old, instead. We stopped at the neighborhood playground, where I knew she would love to ride on the swings for a while.
She had a huge grin on her face and laughed as I pushed her on the swings. Next to us was a baby boy about the same size who was so sweet and happy- I could hear him laughing as we approached the park. Anyway, I got to talking to his mom and we figured the babies were about the same age.
"Her birthday is Oct 4, when is his?"
"Henry's is Oct 4, also!"
... Henry? Oct 4 too? my heart skipped a beat. That is the name of Fefe's twin.
I smiled and said something... I forget, but I was pretty lost after that. I just kept pushing Fefe, back and forth, back and forth.
And praying... Lord, guard my heart, Lord, guard my heart.
Thank you Jesus for my sweet children.
And why does grief find a way to bite you in the butt on such a perfect day?