Monday, December 23, 2013


I braved into the depths of our storage room

to unearth the Christmas box today.

I needed to pull out our nativity set,

and grab our stockings.

I counted as I pulled them from the box:



Why do we have an extra stocking?

I must have miscounted!

8 again.

And then it hit me,

with a pinch to the heart:

That stocking was supposed to be for Baby Brother.

We have a stocking

for a child we don't have.


1 comment:

asian~treasures said...

Tears & prayers for you, my friend. We, too, have a stocking that never, ever got to hang with ours...