Remembering Scout

This is such a joyous season of life.  In the past 20 months the hubs and I have been blessed with three beautiful grandchildren - babies we hoped in our hearts would would join us someday, and whom we knew would be greeted by joyous parents.  Two sweet little ones have joined us by birth and one little treasure joined us by adoption. 

As I write  little one #4 is due in a few days.  I find myself on pins and needles awaiting his arrival.   Later on this summer, another sweet child will be born,  making a family of three a family of four, and the eldest of the bunch will have a little sister.

My heart sings.

And my heart sings in a far away place too, because there's another one.

We never got to meet Scout.  Scout was in heaven before anyone knew God had created him or her. We won't know till we get there whether this child is even a boy or girl.  But that's ok.  Like all things our God does that is good and just and right, even the small flame of Scout's few days had purpose and meaning and was intended for greater than we could understand at the time.

So mingled with the joy, the laughter, first smiles, silly songs, blowing on bellies and this little piggies, there's a lullaby deep in my heart, a song waiting to be sung for the little one waiting on the other side.  Till then, I'm sure the angels are enjoying little Scout immensely.