Saturday was Ree's Daddy's Father's Day. We went out for coffee; opened gifts; bought flowers; played in the yard. Late in the day a phone call saying a baby had been born. Too early. Many prayers lifted up on behalf of her and her parents.
Sunday morning dawned beautiful. Early morning watering and cutting of fruit for a fruit salad to go celebrate Father's Day at my dad's.
Another phone call. The precious baby had passed away in the night before even getting a chance to live life.
The rest of the day was spent with family; holding my own baby close; and celebrating the life of the Father's in our lives. All the while thinking of and praying for the Daddy who had his own precious daughter for just a few hours.
The pain of those two parents is unfathomable. And I've thanked God many times these past few days for my precious little one. Such horrible news puts everything in perspective.