If our Divine Gift were still here with us, he would have been four months old on September 6, 2024, at 6:57 PM. On that day, Juju and I both agreed that if he were still here with us, we would have celebrated by taking him down to the pool, and putting his tiny feet in the water. But not for too long, because chlorinated water could dry out his skin. He would have loved that. I can picture his eyes opening wide, his little smirk, and the little sounds he would make.
On that day, we were able to remain calm. Yes, we felt a lot of emotions, but we were able to breathe, and not enter that dark place we go to during significant dates. This has a lot to do with us not having to return to that house. The house that felt like it was trying to imprison us. We were able to spend it in our new temporary home; our new Safe Place.
My Heaven, who was our Host while we fought to gain some form of normalcy, visited that day. He brought food to make sure we ate. He mentioned the peace that could be felt in this place. And that peace is a wonderful thing. We need it in this journey to healing. Especially since soon, we will be facing another battle, and we may be required to face the nightmare once again.
