The last several weeks, my precious nephews have been weighing on my mind. I hope it is appropriate that I share my thoughts and feelings...
I miss them. I go to events and see people interact with their babies and their nieces and nephews, and I ache. I know that I need to "move on" or "get over it". I know they are no longer a part of my life, and I need to "accept it". I understand that they are physically not here.
But there are some things that I am grateful for.
I am so grateful that nephew R. is living with an incredible, loving family. He is happy, he is healthy, and so adorable. Even though he was only "my nephew" for 3 days, legally, he was meant to grow up with his new family. Do I miss him? Absolutely. But am I grateful for the incredibly mature decision of my sister's to give him his best chance? More than anything.
I am grateful for the knowledge that I have of eternal families. I miss that precious angel so much. But I am glad that he will be with us in the eternities because my brother and sister keep their covenants.
I look forward to more nephews to hopefully come.
