Longing

I titled a post the same thing a few months ago. When we moved from California to Utah and I missed my friends and some other stuff. Anyway the title today is so full of meaning that I can't really explain the feeling of it. But trying to describe the longing for the touch of the softest hand. The voice that would sing you your hearts desire and then some. Little fingers that would plunk away at the piano, sifting through pages of music to find just the right song. Soft strands of hair that would tustle over her face, as she smiled at you. Longing for the should have been's and the could of's of a life gone so young. But I know that this is somehow part of a plan, what that makes us love what we have a little more. A desire to cherish the things in this life that can help us in the next. I strongly believe that a family will be reunited when the time is right. But until then what do you do...LONGING...

The night before this happened I woke up in the middle of the night and woke Dave up too. I said that we need to have prayer, it was very late. At the time I found it odd that I was awakened to tell my husband that we needed to pray. I can't really remmeber what I said in that prayer, but I felt that we were going to need extra strength from the Lord. He was right. We do need His strength. I am so thankful to have had the relationship with this little princess. I just hope that my kids understand when they ask me to watch her video that I long to feel her hug me. I wish I could hear her say "Aunt Sammie, Do you have paint? Can I color? Do you have more paper?" I miss her. I want to say you are so cute to her and to tell her that she is perfectly wonderful. I know we will see her again. It's just that longing that you have to get through.