The Reminders are Everywhere- A Blog by Brynn

2 Peter 1:12

“Therefore, I will always be ready to remind you of these things, even though you already know them, and have established in the truth which is present with you.”

I watched my son’s chubby little hands press up against the glass of the large fish tank. The same fish tank my daughter’s little hands pressed up against the day before she passed away. I stared at his little hands remembering how Rowyn’s looked that day. Similar, yet smaller and chubbier. She had rolls on her wrists like she was wearing rubber bands around them. I remember her being so fascinated by the tropical fish swimming around. My son stared with fascination the same way that his sister did. I see the similarities in them often. Sitting in the waiting room waiting for Wyatt’s name to be called was difficult. A few times I was filled with emotions from the memories replaying in my mind of us being there that last day I had with her. Who would expect a visit to the Dr’s office would be so hard? Wyatt played happily and I sat there holding back the tears.

I am still finding reminders of my beautiful daughter everywhere I go. Running errands in town I will see a cute little blonde girl wearing a shirt that I bought Rowyn or something. In the grocery store I heard a baby crying and it took my breath away. It sounded like Rowyn. I couldn’t handle the sound of her crying. I wanted to rush through the aisles until I found the baby so I could comfort it. I stare at the picture wall in my home. All pictures of my son and daughter side by side at different ages and I am shocked at how similar they look. I never thought it before but now I do. Wyatt used to have that white curly blonde hair like she did when he was little. The shape of their eyes is the same, their head shape, which is big! They even share a lot of the same expressions.

I’m happy for these reminders. They are everywhere I go, whether out and about, in town or in my home. Though they are a constant reminder of missing her I am thankful that I will always have my son as a reminder of the perfect daughter I once had here on earth.