Eight Years

Eight years ago when we were pregnant with our first son we received many gifts, including this wonderful clock from my grandmother. When you push a button on the side, the clock plays a song and the front opens up and there are little figures that move around inside the clock. On January 30 we went to the doctors office for our 39 week appointment and found out that our son, Jack, that his heart was no longer beating and I delivered him on January 31. Coming home from the hospital without our son was beyond horrible and we mourned in the nursery we had set up for him. A year later when we had Nick and four years later when we had Noah we played the music from the clock for them each night before bed. And now, eight years later we play it for our beautiful new daughter. One child can never replace another but as I watch our daughter who we prayed for and has been such a blessing to our family watch the clock that was originally given to Jack, I get choked up every time.