I am thinking of Rebecca a lot today. I carried my coffee cup upstairs this morning to make my bed and set the mug down on my desk and couldn’t help but look at her photo there.
I find myself today just wanting another peek at all her little features. Sweet long fingers and perfect feet… long legs, and the tiniest of lips… Sugar and spice and everything nice.
I am so.very.thankful for two sweet friends who dropped everything and brought their cameras and captured the brief moments of her life here on earth. I will never be able to thank them enough for that treasure.
In thinking about her so much and missing her today I haven’t cried, but I don’t count that as necessarily a victory. The crying can be as good as the not-crying.
It’s just a sweet day of remembering.
She was loved. She is loved still.