I don't pretend to understand the rhyme and reason behind life and loss.
I sometimes think how old our two babies would be had we not miscarried.
I wonder whether or not they would have been boys or girls.
Would we have been a family with six children?
Would they have looked like the girls - which ones?
What kind of personalities would they have had?
What would their little voices - their little laughs - have sounded like?
As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher
than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.
Thankful that one day we'll be with our babies again.