Our Rainbow Baby

Here s/he is.

Our new hope.

A secret carried since the week of Violet's fundraiser.  A whisper from her that week that she was proud of us, that we were heading in a healing direction, that everything would be as okay as it could be without her.

An explanation as to where I've been the past several months, laying low, at home, quite sick, tired, and emotional with falling in love with our third one while hugging our first and missing our second.

Our rainbow baby, defined as "the understanding that the beauty of a rainbow does not negate the ravages of the storm. When a rainbow appears, it doesn't mean the storm never happened or that the family is not still dealing with its aftermath. What it means is that something beautiful and full of light has appeared in the midst of the darkness and clouds. Storm clouds may still hover but the rainbow provides a counterbalance of color, energy and hope."

While using this definition, I feel the need to clarify that V was our sunshine.  Losing her was the storm.

Before knowing we were expecting, our friend Karen used this song in one of the slide shows of the photos she took of V's time with us.   Another message from V?  "You are the sunshine on rainy days.  And if I have sunshine, a rainbow is coming my way..."



"And the skies will not always be gray..."