{"id":1141,"date":"2012-12-30T21:55:17","date_gmt":"2012-12-31T03:55:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.whaleylife.com\/blog\/?p=1141"},"modified":"2012-12-30T21:55:17","modified_gmt":"2012-12-31T03:55:17","slug":"my-lost-art","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.whaleylife.com\/blog\/archives\/1141","title":{"rendered":"My lost art"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Blogging. As I sit in my room tonight, it is cold, quiet and my thoughts go to blogging. I am so behind, I have missed several important things, do I even try to catch up? Do I just start from here? It is a love\/hate relationship, because once I miss something it feels like doing a chore. I realized that I started this blog to write. To put my feelings down, out there for you to read. Assuming you are still there. Give me a shout if you are still reading. It turned from an art form to a chore of documenting my life, my kids, my vacations, holidays. Well tonight, I am going old school. Back to my heart.<\/p>\n<p>I received an email from my S-I-L today: &#8220;I am replacing pictures on the fridge with updated ones from Christmas cards, and Noah&#8217;s picture remains.&#8221; She has kept a photo of Noah on her fridge since the year he died. How cool is she? So I read her email and smiled and thought how sweet that is. He is still a part of their daily life. It wasn&#8217;t until tonight, as I am quiet, randomly scrolling through my 19,918 photos (no joke) in iPhoto that my heart goes to Noah. I look through the handful of photos that I have of him and pause here.<\/p>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/whaleylife.com\/photos\/d\/405-1\/IMG_4331.JPG?resize=400%2C266\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"266\" \/><br \/>\nThis is my sweet boy. I stare at this photo for awhile. Remembering the environment, remembering the sounds, the nurses, the families in the same situation. I have to make myself believe that this child is\/was mine. I look at his face. Who does he look like? Why do I not know that face. What was he dreaming or thinking or feeling in these moments? I know without a doubt that God brought us through that hard time. That so much of the pain has been just washed away. I am so thankful for that. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You have turned for me my mourning into dancing: you have put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;&#8221; Psalm 30:11<\/p>\n<p>As I look to the new year, may I be girded with gladness. Finding the joy in my life right now. Giving thanks for the blessings. And daily finding ways to pass that joy on to others.<\/p>\n<p>If I hear from anyone, maybe I will post things like&#8230; San Diego trip, Sea World, Megan&#8217;s birthday, Audrey&#8217;s birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas musical and Christmas photos. Sounds like too much work! Maybe I will just keep rambling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Blogging. As I sit in my room tonight, it is cold, quiet and my thoughts go to blogging. I am so behind, I have missed several important things, do I even try to catch up? 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