Another Blessing

Hi Mom, I'm sitting here, anxiously awaiting the birth of my second baby boy, and I can't help but think of you and wish so badly you were here to share this time with us. Any time now I could be on my way to the hospital to welcome him into the world. It's so exciting and based on the overwhelming love I have for my funny, awesome little 2 year old Cameron, I can't wait to experience it again from the very beginning. I know new life and babies and grandkids were some of your favorite blessings to celebrate, and it just makes me long for your wisdom and motherly guidance. There are a handful of big events in life where you just need your mom, and having a baby is probably first on the list for me. And just because it's my second, doesn't mean I need you any less. I know God takes care of us, and we'll be fine, but I'd sure love to have you next to me right now for encouragement, Mom. A couple months ago we took a tour of the amazing new Elmhurst Hospital Birthing Center and I saw a bunch of your friends. They were so excited and happy to see me, and of course kept saying how much they miss you. It's always bittersweet to be in a place you spent so much time and energy and that you loved so much, without you there. But it's also comforting to know your presence will be felt when I am there (and the special treatment doesn't hurt either - haha!). Even though this is technically a new building you've never been in, your spirit and love will still surround me and I know I'll feel comforted just by the memory of you and through your friends who love you so much. I try not to allow myself to think too much about the fact that my kids will never know you. I don't like to look at things in terms of being "fair" in life. God deals us our lot based on HIS will, not what we might orchestrate for ourselves. I trust that, and I know you did too. I love you so much Mom. I will never stop missing you or needing you, but I know we'll be reunited again someday in God's glory. I'll try to make you proud in the meantime. Love, Becky