25 days ago, one of my friends handed me this bright and hopeful forsythia branch sitting in a vase surrounded by grey rocks.
That day, there were 285 rocks in the vase. In the note my friend gave me along with the vase, she instructed me to take one rock out each day, to mark the days we wait for our E. She said to take a smaller rock out when we felt peace with our wait, and a larger one when the wait felt difficult.
Dear little E, you have a village of people here who love you and celebrate you today. A birthday card arrived in the mail for you this week. A dear friend’s little boy, who shares the same birthday as you, turned 5 today. This morning he and his mommy brought these tulips to me, just for you.
We made you cake and prayed for you as a family tonight. This might be the first pink cake we have ever had at our house. We might’ve gone a wee bit overboard with the pink sprinkles…
Oh little E, you are loved. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Happy
Birthday from across the sea, sweet girl.