One year ago, today I kissed Jace Richard goodbye. If someone had told me that day that I was going to make it, I don't think I would have believed them. Thinking back to that last day, (July, 4th 2008) I can remember the last time I held him in my arms, the last time I fed him, the last time I kissed his sweet lips... and the pain is still so heavy. My favorite part about that day was holding him so close in the water and dancing around in circles til he fell asleep with his little arms around me. Not a day has gone by, this whole year, that I didn't think about that baby boy. I would give just about anything to hear his sweet voice again, or smell his little scent. I can still see him in his "Dream Boat" jammies, and I'll never forget what it felt like to lay with him right up next to me. Being "Aunt Beth" is probably one of the most important things to me. And being JACE'S "Aunt Beth" was my favorite thing, Period. I can't put into words, what God has done in me as I look back on his life. He made me brave. That little boy was stronger and more courageous than anyone I have ever met in my life! If it weren't for him, I truly don't believe that I would have had the guts to do something like YWAM. And as painful as this last year has been, God has once again, in a way I cannot even begin to explain, proved Himself faithful. He is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. So thank you my sweet Jesus, for carrying me through... ALL of us! And thank you Jace for giving me the opportunity to be your "Aunt Beth", and for making me brave. We love and miss you so very much.
