In not a small way
There’s a place in the house where several pictures of Sofia are beautifully displayed.
At times I strategically place other photo frames in front. And at other times I sit and stare and it’s a knife through my heart.
Tonight I am caught off guard and it hits me, nearly a physical feeling of panic and pain. And, of course, the tears flow.
And in this moment I glance at Baby who just moments before is sleeping peacefully and she now stares at me intently with a big smile and begins to coo.
It’s almost as if she tells me Momma, you’re OK. I am here to make you feel better.
Her big eyes envelope me in pure love and are an unceasing reminder of the faith I hold.
In not a small way, she has saved me.