Our firstborn grandchild would be 7 today.
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.