May 15

This anniversary gets less sad as the years go by.  The baby girl I delivered on this day would be 10 years old now if she had lived. I thought about her this morning, allowed myself to imagine what she would be like, and moved on. 

In other news, Sarah wrote this poem.  She just spouted it out, and I transcribed it.  Her ability to make up poems astounds me.

I sought the Lord and He answered me.

He sent me a little genie who granted me three wishes.

I wish to have wisdom.

I wish to be wise.

I wish for God to open my eyes.

I wish to see the fireflies' mirth.

I wish to see all the earth.

I wish to see the first snow.

I wish to see everyone grow.

I wish to see everyone smile.

But everything is not worthwhile.

But now I saw my last fireflies'mirth.

I saw my last moment on the earth.

I saw my last snow.

Now I have to go.

I'm up in heaven with God,

and He is a lot to me.