Blast From The Crazy Past: My Godson...

Welcome to memories...my memories....welcome to a Blast from my Crazy Past!

First, what you will see in this post may be a trigger for some people. 

If you have miscarried, lost an infant at birth or later in life, this post may not be for you...

About three and a half years ago, 

my goddaughter and her boyfriend 

came to me and gave me the news 

that I was going to not only be an auntie, 

but they wanted Peter and I to be the baby's godparents.

Just a few short months later, and way too soon, 

sweet baby Ian was born.

For no particular reason, 

our sweet little boy came into this world early.

He breathed a couple breaths 

and then went straight to Heaven.

I got the call right before church was to start that February morning.

My heart ached as I drove knowing that when I got there, 

I would be helping my goddaughter try to pull together her heart that 

had been shattered apart.

I thought of my babies in Heaven and asked my Saviour, "Why?"

 I walked into the eerily quiet maternity wing and the nurses showed me to the room where my goddaughter and her boyfriend were.

I will never forget her face when she saw me....

All the hopes and dreams that had been placed on the birth of this child had been torn from her and ripped into a million pieces.

I knew that feeling....

I had been there.

Unlike her, I had never held my babies.

As she lifted her tear-streaked eyes to me and held out her baby boy for me to hold....my heart lurched...

He was perfect.

In every way.

There wasn't a single blemish on him.

You could see his mama's nose and his daddy's lips.

I touched his little fingers and kissed his little head.

I read him a Psalm and I prayed with his parents.

My little godson never got to go home,

or have a diaper change...

He never cried or felt pain...

But our lives are forever changed.

Happy Third Birthday, Ian!

NOTE: Written with permission of his parents to celebrate his third birthday in Heaven...