Pain happens in the middle of happiness.
Tears follow closely behind laughter.
Sometimes it’s hard to remember how we went from happy thoughts to sorrowful aches in a few moments time.
That hit us tonight like a ton of bricks. Daddy and I had a date night together. After dinner we made a quick trip to the grocery store and headed for home. We spent some time with each of the children, then headed to bed. As we laid down he asked me if I remembered to take my medicine. I had, but it led to a conversation about Millie’s medicine and having to take shots. That led to tears on both are parts as we relived me holding her down and him giving her the shots. So many times! So many tears! So often her telling us, “I’m not gonna kick, but I’m gonna scream!”
She was so incredibly brave, though she said, “I NOT BRAVE!” every stinking time. Our little smartie knew that with bravery comes pain and she wanted no part of it.
Tonight I was reminded though that yes she was brave, but so was her daddy. He was our rock... our strength. Millie and I both knew he would do whatever needed to be done to protect her. To heal her if it was in his control. To release her to heaven when his heart was broken. To stand firm beside us as his family gathered to lay her to rest. This man has my full and complete admiration for all the things he never thought he could do, but did.
Daddies don’t often get remembered in the grief. They stand silently by as tears glisten in their eyes. They turn their heads to avoid someone seeing their heart break. They grieve alone, away from others but with no less intensity. Daddies love deeply.
Tonight join me as I pray for the grieving fathers that come to mind.
Blessings sweet friends…
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I still believe in Millie’s Miracle
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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