Another Christmas without her and it still hurts.
It is our tradition to open a few present at night and then the kids empty their stockings Christmas morning.
I got up early this morning to stuff the stockings. All of them except Laynee's. I ended up putting all of the filled stockings on the floor because the contents made them too heavy to hang. And so Laynee's lone stocking hung from the mantle.
Her stocking is beautiful, perfect for an angel but it brings that mix of sorrow and peace that has become such a part of our lives.
I am so grateful for all of my children. All of the love the fills our home, in spite of her absence. I am grateful for the many things that she has taught us. And I am so grateful for the gift of God's own son. For it is because of this great sacrifice that my sadness is not without hope. Because of this I can look forward to seeing her again one day.
MERRY CHRISTMAS LAYNEE GRACE
I LOVE YOU FOREVER