There are two Sundays in my life I will never forget: The Sunday I found out I was pregnant (Mother’s Day) and my very last Sunday before Noah died…
On the first one, I was feeling bad, for good reasons, and all I can remember from that day is walking into church and Micah just coming up to me and wanting to be with me (this doesn’t happen very often, as the grandparents are there too, and who can compete with grandparents!). We sat and ate strawberries and he took me by the hand and we walked around. It was as if he knew and was welcoming his new little cousin.
The Sunday before everything happened, I was already feeling bad, due to the infection. I walked into church and I will never forget Micah’s hug. He came and hugged me so so strong, and he’s tall enough that his head fell exactly where Noah was. It was as if he was saying goodbye to his cousin. Those two times with him are forever imprinted in my heart.
I have a pretty good idea what Noah would have looked like as a toddler. Daddy’s shoulders and “Roberts feet”. But sometimes I wonder about his personality and little details. And then I remember I have a set of Roberts boys to look at and kiss and know that Micah, Liam and Noah would have been the best Roberts trio ever!
Micah, you are such a gift from God, you have such a powerful story, and I am honored to have you in my life!
Auntie Estefi loves you very very much! Happy 3rd birthday!
