Reese's marker came in wrong. EXTREMELY. TERRIBLY. WRONG.
I saw it even before I got out of my car at the memorial gardens. The granite is the wrong color. I completely lost it.
I did what any other normal angry heartbroken mama would do. I kicked my car, banged my fist on the steering wheel a few times, and called Jason and my mom crying hysterically. Really.
The mistake was made at the manufacturers, and we have been very pleased with the memorial gardens we chose for Reese. But seriously. We've waited six weeks for her marker to come in, and now we have to wait six more!? Can anything go right?
After I pulled myself together, I ordered Zach's birthday cake from a bakery and searched for the most beautiful silk flowers I have ever seen for Reese's vase. While driving in my car I listened to Selah's You Deliver Me as high as my volume would go. My heart kept crying out, "Deliver me, LORD. I know you are good" over and over.
What a morning.
This is the best I could do before I picked Z up from MDO. I am pleased, but I still want to work on it a bit.
On a much softer and lighter note, Sarah added Reese's flower to Rory's Garden. Isn't it wonderful!?
Thoughtful gifts like this bring a sweetness to our hearts. Our raw feelings from Reese's short life on earth are not as overwhelming as they used to be, but the ache is greater and grows deeper with each day. The longing for Reese and depth of our pain still makes my stomach drop. Sometimes I feel as if I can't breathe. It comforts us greatly to know how much others love Reese, are thinking of her, and doing amazing things like this to remember her.
Bless your heart if you have read this post. I'm a mess.
As for man, his days are like grass: he flourishes like a flower of the field.