In his few short days outside of my tummy, Baby J has already heard so many stories. Like how much he is loved by his mommy and daddy; how God created him just for us; how he is so lucky to have a big brother and a big sister. He's also heard about his special angel, Miss Sara - Baby J was born on the second anniversary of her passing.
Although Miss Sara did not yet have children of her own, she LOVED little ones- especially babies. She was beyond excited when I told her about my pregnancy with JP even though I had already signed up for the Maid of Honor duties for her wedding- two weeks before my due date! She was one of the first to visit me in the hospital when he was born (two weeks after my due date)- with a grocery bag filled with a Costco chicken potpie, berries, and adorable clothes. Miss Sara called me nearly every day to make sure I was adjusting okay to motherhood.
I vividly remember Miss Sara's phone call full of high pitched squeals the night I announced my pregnancy with AA on my first blog. Her handmade congratulations card soon arrived in my mailbox. Once again, she was my biggest cheerleader during pregnancy. And she (and Mr. C!) was the only friend from out of town who dared to brave the "Snowstorm of the Decade" to visit me in the hospital when AA was born. I was in awe of her excitement for new life.
Miss Sara was a true gem- full of dazzling love and joy. She knew how to challenge me in my moments of chaos. The perfect friend. In March 2012, she was struck by a drunk driver. For the next month, she bravely fought for her earthly life. On April 3rd, 2012, God took her home. And I miss her. I find myself missing her the most during the highs and lows of life. She would have been at my bedside after my stroke. She certainly would have turned my initial trepidation into joy when I found out I was pregnant with Baby J. And she definitely would have called me each week of pregnancy asking how it felt to have a real baby kicking inside. I know she is still with me- watching out for me. And now, for Baby J.
A and I began praying about Godparents for Baby J months before his arrival. Aunt J is the perfect fit for the Godmother- a brilliant woman with a Godly heart filled with endless energy and love. And Mr. C quickly came to mind as the perfect Godfather. He was always someone A and I respected and enjoyed friendship with. But after Miss Sara's accident and death, we were completely humbled by his tenacity, grace, forgiveness, and joy. He turned to God for strength and clarity despite the tragedy. It is clear that Miss Sara's spirit lives on by witnessing Mr. C live life to the fullest. When Baby J was born on the exact anniversary of her passing, we just knew she had something to do with this!
We were excited to ask Mr. C to be Baby J's Godfather at some point. We figured we would drive to meet him in a month or so. But, true to his character- and certainly confirming our choice in his role- Mr. C insisted he drive to meet Baby J at only 3 days of age. And bringing tears to my eyes, he knocked on our door with the very same Costco chicken potpie, berries, and adorable clothes picked just by him.
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