Your dad and I took a walk along the beach this morning. It was so peaceful and uplifting. As we were walking, I noticed a little white shorebird that looked a lot like a small white crane. There were three of them, which is awesome because you seem to have this theme with the number 3. You were born in march, the third month of the year; you are my third child; your name has only 3 letters, the cord was wrapped around your neck three times, and you died at three weeks old.
Anyway, as we were walking, I started to notice that I was watching my feet walk through the sand. Every now and again, when I looked up toward the parking lot, our destination, I realized I was a little bit off track and I started walking toward the car again, still watching my feet at each step. I noticed that others were doing the same thing. It was one of those moments when I felt like God was making a grand analogy about life.
Too often, we only watch our destination and are careless about the steps it took us to get there. In order to reach our destination, it’s important to be mindful of each step you take, trying to avoid glass in the sand, or seaweed, or God knows what else is in that sand! But also to know that, now and again, you have to look up and check to see if you’re still going the right way or not. This is how we should live our lives. Taking small mindful steps in trust that you’re going where you originally intended but also looking up now and again to realize exactly where you are. Life is supposed to be lived intentionally, in love and trust, in growth and harmony. Walking along the beach and thinking about you reminded me of that.
My son, you make me so proud. I love and miss you dearly.