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:
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
8
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.
Ouch!
Monday, December 23, 2013
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Tears & prayers for you, my friend. We, too, have a stocking that never, ever got to hang with ours...
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