As I write this, I’m sitting on a chair in our backyard on a beautiful, warm, sunny Saturday afternoon. My husband is standing on the patio, listening to country music as he gets the grill ready for a big batch of chicken wings. Our dog, Lana is laying in the shade and chewing on her favorite toy. I love how content she looks. She really loves being outside.
As I sit here, I feel a calm moving through me. I’m happy. I’m grateful. I’m a little content too.
But my eyes are drawn to a corner of our yard, where I feel very strongly that a black haired, thirteen month old little girl would be. I can almost see her walking around, picking up leaves, and laughing at Lana as she runs around with her toy. Oh, how sweet that laugh would be. Dear Lord, can you play it just once for me?
Man, I wish she was here. If only.