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A few days after bring baby J home, we met our next door neighbor who was expectant and due in December.We chatted and we found out that she too was expecting a boy and had coincidentally picked same names for our boys.Last week,her child came home and I couldn't help but feel so emotional. A Jaden is next door and my Jaden ain't here with us.I never knew clothes on a hang line could bother me so much..I admire the baby clothes they hang to dry..they are right outside my daughter's bedroom window. I have no problem holding and cuddling babies,even after Jaden passsed on,but the fact that my next door new born is my son's namesake...a constant reminder ..All I can pray is for God's peace to reign,I know the Lord will grant us grace and peace..lakini his ni ngumu kiasi                                              

We are blessed with wonderful friends who do not mind our company.Friends who allow us to talk about Jaden without them felling like we are boring..friends who cry with us and allow us just to be.So this weekend,our family was privileged to hang out with our friends and we had a great time out at Shalom Hills. it was refreshing. We decided to have a stop over at some place and were having a great time when I happened to see a client of mine.As usual we had some small talk and I forgot she had last seen me pregnant and she asked..where is the baby...I felt like my heart would melt..she is a mum of twins and with pure innocence she asked like I would. I didn't have the guts today to say, baby rested...some days I have but today,I couldn't get the words.I told her we shall talk and we chatted about her kids,that was more comfortablebut my heart sank...oh I miss baby boy so much.

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Kageha said…
This has been a journey marked with God's presence everywhere. You encourage me little sister.
2 December 2015 at 16:42
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