
Somebody's birthday is coming? I remember, although, I can't always say Happy Birthday to my first, baby, boy cousin. I remember holding him on my lap and wishing, that they would give him to me. Mommy had a big tummy and Lorraine was upstairs at grandma Ruth's house. We were begging for him. Mommy was crying and I was crying.
Please, please, send him to our house. She said no, you have enough on your plate. You can't even take what you already have, another baby is on the way.
Mike got to spend 5 blissful years in the love of another mother. We missed him horribly. I cried and cried and kissed the mole on his head and wished, as hard as I could. Please God, send him back to us. God waited 5 years and sent him back and I had forgotten that I had wished for him then. I was hardened by the sadness of not getting my way, back then.
I am so grateful for the fullness of relationships and memories that we enjoy with one another. Love that is deep and deeply held together from common scars that have been healed by the grace and mercy of God. I love my Mikey and I am grateful that God sent his little head back to our house, even though he had to sacrifice his loves to come with us. I am sorry that I didn't treat you like the wanted boy that you were. We wanted you, so badly. We just didn't know how to tell you. :)
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