Three year old reminders
I took down this precious ornament from the Christmas tree last week (yes, we generally keep our Christmas tree up until AT LEAST January 15 every year!). It made me start thinking about Joseph more than usual, as some things do. Suddenly, like a light being turned on, I realized that I don't thank God for Joseph. For the tiny little being that He made. For the mark that Joseph left. For his memory. I thank God for other aspects of the whole experience of carrying Joseph and saying goodbye to him, but not for Joseph himself. That may sound awful. It's just truly never really occurred to me, since our time together was so brief. I considered that thought for a little while and almost as quickly forgot it again. Until two days ago. I was putting Oliver down for a nap, and as I leaned down to give him a kiss, I said, "I thank God for you, buddy." He smiled sweetly up at me and said just about the last thing I expected: "I thank God for Joseph." "