Today is Olivia's birthday. She is 13. Can you believe it? I can't.
They say time heals all wounds. Some wounds I'm afraid, never heal. They just can't. And I think losing a child is one of those.
It was 8 years between the time I gave Olivia up for adoption and when my daughter Hannah was born. You know how good it feels when you hold your baby close to you, so their head is on your shoulder and your hand is on their back? It's the best feeling in the world. For 8 years I had the insatiable desire to hold my baby like that and care for her. Sooo frustrating. And Mother's Day was hard. And Christmas.
And, her birthdays.
But the pain
has eased, especially since I have another sweet baby (now 7 months old) to love on and snuggle with. The Lord has really, really, really, really, really, really BLESSED us with TWO sweet little girls to love and I am
SOOOO thankful.
I have a lot of other thoughts to share, like what my relationship is like now with Olivia, how I wasn't included in the "family" birthday party they had for Olivia yesterday and how we have to visit her this coming weekend, etc. but I want to end the post here.
I'm doing fine today. I may hug & kiss my own little girls a little harder today (if that's even possible!) but I just felt that I wanted to write
something on this special day.
Happy Birthday, Olivia. I love you so much.