Noble is 2 ½ and his speech is improving daily. Tonight I
had an interesting conversation with him. I was putting him to bed and asking
him who loved him the most. As usual he kept saying “EEa.” That is his name for
Sabrina. I kept saying “NO! Mama!” and he would laugh and laugh.
Then I told him I wanted to tell him a story. We often point
to pictures of Camille and he knows the pictures are “Camille” but we haven’t
really told him much about where she is or what happened. So tonight I told him
that before he was born he had a big sister named Camille. She was a little
baby girl and we all loved her. One very sad day a bad thing happened and
Camille got hurt and she died. Mommy was very sad and she cried all the day
long every day. Then one day a baby got into mama’s tummy. The baby grew and
grew and then finally it came out.
This baby made Mama happy again. That baby was Noble. That is why Mama
loves Noble more than anyone else does, because Noble made Mama happy again.
I am grateful for Noble. For the balm of Gilead he is to my
soul. For his joy and love and LIFE. I have no doubt that he knows Camille and
was meant to follow her into this family. I can feel the connection between
them as if it were a tangible thing. I am grateful to have him to hold and
squeeze and love. I feel as if by doing so am I am also holding and squeezing
and loving her too.
