The Little Girl Who Saved Me...

During the time of going through my miscarriage, my sister and her littlest one were here visiting. I will be forever grateful they were. I had never met my littlest niece, until right before my miscarriage. We will call her P. She reminded me time and time again that things would be okay, and that I had lots of love to give as an Aunt.

P has so much personality. I don't know what it is with me and my sister's kids, but there is just a special connection there. Instantly she loved me. P would walk into our room and come to my side of the bed and want to be picked up. Then she would grunt towards my computer to start her favorite song Minnie's Bowtique. P would then grab my hands, stand up and proceed to bounce on the bed to the song. It was just enough to bring a smile to my face. The day after the miscarriage, I had a huge meltdown, and just cried and cried on our bed. Eventually hubby brought P in and she sat there and stared at me wondering why my eyes looked so wet, then she reached out and tried to poke them. It was cute. It stopped the crying.

I really believe P saved me from going into a deep depression over the miscarriage. She was the light through all the darkness of the 2-3 weeks that things were hard. It has strengthened my testimony too of God's love for me. I don't know that if my sister and P hadn't been here that things wouldn't have been harder...and how is it that it all worked out to happen when they were both here? I don't believe it was a conicidence. I believe that God loved me so much, He sent me a little light to help me through one of the hardest, saddest, experiences I have ever been through. And someday I will tell little P about it. :)