I have just one…more…day.
One more day that I can say, "Last year I watched Noah play baseball."
Not in a dream.
One more day I can say, "Last year I sat down with Haleigh Raye and Noah."
And it isn't my imagination.
I watched them fight, I watched them love, I watched them play.
In real life.
Now I watch her live but I also watch her grieve.
One more day I can say, "Last year I watched him sleep, I felt him breathe on me, I smelled his skin."
And I'm not having to conjure up a memory.
Just one more day I can say the words "last year" and relate it to things I did with him.
What I wouldn't give for just one more day.
Just last year he was here. He was alive. He was real.
Now, as I see it,
It's still just one more day
One more day closer to heaven.
Just one more day closer to Noah.
Some of my favorite pictures.
"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." Revelation 21:4