Today I faked it.
In the middle of a crowded room I faintly heard, “Millie come here.”
My head snapped up and I quickly asked the mother next to me, “What is your daughter’s name?”
The sweet mama answered, “Millie...well actually it is Amelia but we call her Millie”.
I nodded and faked a smile. “How sweet! My daughter’s name is Amelia and we call her Millie also.”
The mama never questioned me and I said no more about my girl. I did ask how old this little Millie was—just 16 months her mama answered. My mind quickly figured out she began her life just about the time my Millie went to heaven. She still had the whispy baby hair of a young one not yet two.
Oddly my heart was glad to hear my girl’s name spoken.
My breath however was sucked away with surprise.
My stomach filled with knots trying to fake being okay.
My heart hurting with a stabbing pain that frequently shows up the last year.
I continued to watch this little Millie play at my feet, but my mind was on a different little girl. A little girl so dearly loved and greatly missed. It’s hard to believe my Millie would now be in kindergarten, a big 5 year old. In my mind she will always be 3, with a sweet bald head and clear blue eyes.
~Remembering my sweet Millie, my Amelia Joy this Christmas Season
Blessings sweet friends…
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I still believe in Millie’s Miracle
☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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