No, that's not what I originally planned on calling Sunday, July 22nd, 2012 - Glory's second birthday, our first one without her. It just felt that way. A lot of people asked me if I was going to have Curious George cupcakes (like I did last year). And it crossed my mind.
But this wasn't a party for Glory... it was a party for each person who knew her, who held her, who saw her smile, who played and partied with her at night when I couldn't be with her, who prayed for her...anyone who had ever heard of her and had been changed. It wasn't the season for Curious George...it was a season for something different...
s I have anticipated (dreaded, looked forward to...I'm not sure what frame of mind I have been in) this day, all I have been able to envision is freedom. Not just for her, but for me.
Glory's freedom has been realized in a way that I cannot begin to comprehend. Her chains are gone...she has been set free. And though the pain of not having her here will always be very present and real and sharp, I am beginning to feel the freedom that that pain is giving me...freedom to fulfill my purpose here... just like Glory fulfilled hers...
In Eliana's words, "Do you think our balloons have reached Heaven yet?" I think so:)
