Our fourth baby was placed in Jesus’ arms. These pictures are the only pieces we have to represent our baby’s life & I know we are all forever changed knowing that a piece of us is in Heaven waiting for us. And even though we are grieving the life that was quickly in my womb, let me tell you the whispers of our baby & God weeping with us. Crying with my oldest feeling the hurt of not experiencing life with this baby. A picture I found penned by the pure hand of a four year old— “ King Jesus holding our baby”. A sunset where we watched a fourth dove join three as they flew towards the sun. We wept and knew God sees + cares for all four of our children. Friends that held us by comforting words in a church bathroom and wind chimes dropped off on our front porch to remind us of His breath. And I know the whispers won’t stop here. I know my God enough to know that there will be trails of tears that remind me of the love I’ll experience with this child one day. I know there will be babies reminding me that my baby too held an image-bearing design that I’ll get to see with my own eyes. I know every May I’ll be reminded what spring must look like in Heaven to my child that will only know an existence of the purest colors + smells + running through fields of flowers. I’ll find whispers of my baby in sunsets, in doves, in my children’s blue eyes, in seeing with joy the miracle of babies being born, in family gatherings throughout all the years and in every single reminder of Heaven. Thank you Jesus that while we might just see whispers of our baby for such a short time on this earth; You are the one that gets our baby’s shouts.