Remembering...

Caleb.

Our firstborn grandchild would be 7 today.

When I look at Charlotte and Levi, and now Gabriel,I can't help but wonder. Would he look like they do, with their dark hair, huge dark eyes? Would he make me laugh out loud like they do? Would he wrap his arms around my neck and say, "I love you, Grandma" and make my heart melt?


I know this is basically the same thing I wrote last year at this time, nearly every single word the same. It will probably be the same thing I write on March 13 next year. Does it get easier as the years go by? That's a hard question to answer. Charlotte, Levi and Gabriel fill my life with such joy. As I watch them grow and develop, sometimes that makes it harder, as I see the distinct differences in our grandchildren. What would he be like? What would make him laugh? What things would interest him?

When I first heard this song by Laura Story, I knew it was special.  I have listened closely to these words, played the song over and over. And this week--every week but especially this week--I know that through all the heartache, though we only had him for three short days, Caleb will always be a blessing.