There's been something recently about church that just gets me. Just about each and every week. Worshiping....singing...listening....people watching....and I start to lose it.
I imagine myself there. With H in my arms. And I can hardly keep from busting into tears. I want him here so.badly. I want him with me all of the time, but there's something about being in church that intensifies my desire even more, if that is possible.
This past Sunday was our last Sunday in church before we travel. It's wonderful to know that next time we are there, I will no longer have to imagine having H with us. He will be there. In our arms.
No more sad "I miss my baby" tears from me. Instead, I'm sure I'll be crying like a baby because our baby is, finally, home.