Today my nephew would have turned 11. I spent the evening doing art therapy. It's not a perfect drawing that would make anyone go "Wow, that looks so much like Caleb!" But it's my drawing of my nephew.
It's my way of starting to open that part of my hurt and doing more than talking about him. I spent the evening enjoying his smile. I spent the evening remembering his soft glow of personality. I spent time remembering how much we all loved him. I rest in the fact that Caleb is with my King Jesus.
Happy Birthday, I miss you, I'm coming home when He calls.
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