I know I have been scarce on the blogosphere lately. I am just tired of repeating the same old complaints about hating the stress and mess of moving, and until more boxes are out the door, my tune stays the same. But today I've managed to be be not so pre-occupied, enough to bake a cake in honor of my daughter, Hope's, birthday. She would have been four years old today.
Each year we celebrate, I realize how infrequently I think of her now compared to our first year after her birth. I suppose that's just how it is. What is very interesting is how Jimmy and Mary ask us about her, and force us to think hard to come up with answers to their questions. It's . . . comforting to find each time that the simplest and best answer is just the truth.
We tell them Hope is with God, and Jesus loves her very much, and she is happy. Yes, we miss her very much. Yes, she had a boo-boo on her head. No, doctors couldn't fix it. Yes, she would probably like cake. Yes, it's ok if we eat it all for her.
Happy Birthday Hope!