We met up before the game with Dustin's brother and some of his friends for lunch.
This is how the husband expends his "pre-game" nerves.
Lastly, as I'm typing this-- it is January 4th and I am in Branson, MO at Dustin's annual K-Life Conference. I can't say that I have been looking forward to this trip, as the memories of last year still weigh heavily on our hearts. January 4, 2012 was our due date with our first baby and it was also on this date that we lost our second little one. If you are new to the blog, you can read more about our story here. So as I sit here one year later, there is a bittersweet mix of emotions. Yes, there is sadness and hurt as I think about what it was like the last time we were here or the thought that we'd be celebrating baby's first birthday. But there is also hope. I'm able to look back over the road we've traveled and see that God has been there all along. He has carried us, heard our cries and provided comfort. He knows our hearts better than we do and draws near to us with unfailing love.
This morning, we woke up early and released two balloons outside the hotel. To us, this symbolized our hearts going out to our babies. But it is also a reminder that our children are not ours to begin with-- whether they are here in our arms or with Jesus. We must hold them not with fists tightly closed, but with open hands-- knowing that they first belong to their Heavenly Father. So... our dear babies- we miss you every day. We know there will be a day that we will finally get to meet you. Until that time, you have each other and our Heavenly Father. We love you very much. Love, Mom and Dad.