We were eating at Chipotle tonight and out of the blue Brooks asked about death. Here is how the conversation went.
B: Did people die?
ME: What do you mean?
B: Have people died?
Me: Well, when people get really old the die.
B: Where do they go?
Me: They go to heaven to be with Jesus.
B: Am I going to die?
Me: Not until you are really, really, really, really old.
B: And then I will go to heaven?
Me: Yes.
Josh: And you will get to play football all the time up there.
Me: You could even play catch with Jesus and throw him the ball.
B: Or I could play catch with "my baby"!
My heart absolutely broke in two. Brooks has been talking about having a brother or sister nonstop lately. Hearing him talk about playing with "my baby" (as he calls Sweet Pea) was just so sad!!
Thanksgiving was hard. At this point I still think alot about how pregnant I would be at each point. However I know that will soon change as the due date comes and goes. Even just hearing about things happening in February makes my heart skip a beat. I am sure each month will be, "Sweet Pea would have been one month now, two months, etc." I just hope that by that point we will be expecting another little miracle!
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I still think that I could have had a 9 year old if our first pregnancy had gone to term. I don't think we ever really forget but I do hope that soon, you are in that place to have a new date to look forward to.
I love the simplicity of our kiddos minds, they just believe. It's so neat.
((hugs))
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