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"As arrows in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them." Psalm 127:4-5
All They Knew was Love
They were not made for this world, not to stay.
Souls on a journey in bodies visiting for a day.
And while their heart beat on this earth,
All they knew was love.
All they knew was the comfort of love’s embrace.
They were not made to feel the sorrows of this place.
We shed tears for them that they would never cry,
For all they knew was love.
Hearts were created for them that were never meant to break,
This life a sweet dream from which only their spirits would wake,
We feel a sadness that they will never know,
Because all they knew was love.
Whispered words of all that is good was all they would ever hear,
No thoughts of worry, of grief, of pain, or of fear,
Blessed to tell them only of all that is wonderful,
And all they knew was love.
We have memories of innocence; they have an eternity of peace
In a moment of serenity, this earth granted its release
And all memories of this life will be sweet,
In memory of Rachel and Leah Skelton.
You were not made for this world, but we feel sorrow at your absence in it. Thank you for the moments of love you granted to us while you were here. We will be ever thankful for the moments shared with you and treasure your memories always, with much love.
HK is eating & has survived her sleep deprived parents--Wesley woke me up about an hour ago frantically looking for her bottle. I had her out of the bassinet & was about to get milk from the fridge when I realized he was looking for the bottle she had finished last time. When I realized that, I looked at the clock & saw it wasn't time for her to eat. At one point, I looked at him and said, "What'd you do, fall asleep FEEDING HER?!" Wesley was still saying something about feeding her when we went back to sleep. I just remembered this whole experience & looked at him & said "what happened earlier?" his response "I have NO idea!"
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