Thank you Lord that I had the privilege of being Miles's Mother. I'm so honored and thankful. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Even with all of the work, heavy hearted days and mystery I still got the better end of the deal. Taking care of Miles was my joy.
I miss him so bad it hurts. I can't explain how empty my arms feel. I just want to hold him. The thought of never feeling him next to me again seems unbearable. When I held him I could feel my whole body relax. There was something so pure about him that it would heal me as I held him. I need him here now to heal my broken heart.
I miss the physical part of taking care of him. I miss the feeling of accomplishment as I finished his routine. It began and finished my day. Now my days seems like an endless wave of Me. I'm already sick of Me.
What a special treasure he was. I will forever be grateful for the time I had with him. Thank you Lord for trusting me with Miles. You know how I loved him.