There have been many hard birthdays. You know this.
This is not a hard birthday.
This is a miracle birthday.
SHE came back. My baby J. Just for a visit. A Miracle Visit. 2000 hugs. A million memories.
So many years of tears. Too many years of a broken heart. Too many "managed" birthdays that were barely survivable.
Today I smile. I held her. She posed in front of my Christmas Tree. She looked through her baby book. I held her in my arms and told her I loved her.
And I healed.
And I thanked. It was truly a miracle beyond my wildest expectations and even if it is months or years before it happens again, TODAY she knows I love her. That I loved her with all my heart.
And finally the scab on my heart healed over. And the tears are tears of joy.