There are many reasons why there is five years between Gideon and Bo, but one of the largest was the passing of my Father. My heart sunk into such a deep dark abyss that I couldn’t imagine bringing another baby into the world with such a cloud over my head. The world lost its color and the grief was just too great.
Then we began praying for a little girl and even named her Ruth (Ruthie!) and sure enough found out quickly we were expecting a boy! Oh but the Lord gives us exactly what we need not what we want. I knew immediately his middle name had to be Dominick after my Father. It still grieves my heart that my Dad will never meet him, but there’s great healing just holding that baby knowing he’s named after my Dad, it’s balm to my soul. Like I said, I never knew how much I needed a baby.
“When peace like a river attendeth my way when sorrows like sea billows roll, whatever my lot Thou has taught me to say It is well, it is well with my soul.” Horatio Spafford 1873
(My favorite hymn sung at my Dad’s Memorial service)
A Christian, married to an insanely gifted and talented Marine husband, mother to Gideon (15), Boaz (10) and our rainbow baby, Shiloh. I’m actually an R.N turned accidental photographer, currently living in Fredericksuburg, Va after completing our final tour in Okinawa Japan. You'll find travel, Jesus, and lifestyle posts here on the Journal.