I received this picture from my aunt today…
This morning was very difficult for me. Somewhere between sleeping and waking, I held Emmy as she nestled up to me, I ran my fingers through her hair and tucked it behind her ears. But, you can never stay in that state of consciousness for very long. Far too quickly, I was snatched from that world that becomes hazy the moment you leave it.
After a routine morning of breakfast and cleaning and caring for the children, always feeling the grief welling near the surface, I opened the card that contained this picture and was unable to stop the tears that had been begging to be cried all morning. I know my aunt was worried the picture would be too painful, but she also knew I would want any picture of Emmy I could get my hands on. Now that I’ve had a good cry over the memories that picture holds, I can look at it, study it. And I see what I have seen in many of her pictures…something that has been pointed out by others time and time again…her eyes.
In her eyes I see a knowing look. They are eyes wise beyond her years. I wonder just how much my little one knew of her Creator while she lived here. Was it enough to be able to look at all of us who would be left behind here on earth with that look? The look that says, “I know a secret…a secret I hope all of you learn.”