time heals many wounds

November 8th came and went yesterday. It wasn't until today that I remembered the significance it has for Skip and I. I have a small tattoo over my heart of a pair of baby feet. It represents the baby that we never got to meet, the babe we never got to hold and kiss. We lost our first child from a miscarriage in March of 2000. It was a terribly painful experience but we encountered the peace and comfort of the Holy Spirit like no other time before. That babe was to be born on November 8, 2000. He or she would have been nine this year! I'll never forget the ache in my chest when we received the news, the disappointment and the shame that followed was debilitating. But that ache is gone now. It doesn't hurt anymore. I know that some day I will get to see that child.