Yesterday, a family friend of ours got married, and we went to her wedding in the early afternoon. Before we went to the reception, my husband, Chris said he wanted to run home, because he thought our dog was left out of his cage. We also needed to swing by my friend Annette’s house to “pick up a business proposal” she had been working on for Chris. All of this needed to be done in between the ceremony and the reception. I don’t like being late, so I tried to encourage my husband to move quickly, and we headed out. We arrived at Annette’s house to “get the proposal.” I immediately jumped out of the car and bolted for the front door. Chris shouted for me to wait for him. I think I turned around to give him the “hairy eyeball” because I didn’t feel he was moving fast enough. I knocked and turned the door knob. Annette was standing behind the door, and as I stepped in, at least 20 of my family and friends were huddled together in the corner of her living room and screamed “Surprise!” I was completely confused. My birthday and anniversary are no where close to the month of June. I looked back to Annette and then to my husband, who both hugged me and said, “This is a Celebration for Mommy and Sephora.” It was a wonderful day! After I said hello and hugged everyone in attendance, I was escorted to the kitchen where all of the food was waiting to be eaten! I grabbed a small sandwich and found a spot at the table to sit.
Before we learned about Sephora’s Trisomy 13 diagnosis, a group of women I’d graduated high school with decided to get together and go out for dinner…we all were pregnant. Before all of the babies were born, we wanted to get together and share our stories with each other. We all decided, once all of the babies were born, we should get a group picture with all of our babies and continue to get together to watch them grow. After we learned Sephora likely was not going to survive, these women were very supportive of Chris and me. In the early stages, no one neither knew what to say or do, nor did they need to say or do anything. I shared with all of them, regardless of what happens to our baby, I still would love to hold all of their little ones, and continue to watch them grow. As long as they were ok with the possibility of me crying over their babies as I held them, there would be no reason for us all not to continue to watch the babies grow and play together.
Two of the women in this group, Erin and Amanda, came to the party with their little ones. After I grabbed my plate of food and sat it down, I asked to hold 3 month old Baby Drew, who was sound asleep in his mommy’s arms. This gave her an opportunity to eat, while I got to cuddle with a little one! I eventually handed him to my husband who bounced him around and kept him content after he woke up. I then turned to Baby Scarlett who is only 11 days older than Sephora would have been. She snuggled for a little bit, but eventually had to be handed back to her Mama. Shortly after she started fussing, she was calmly nestled in Mama’s arms. At one month old, it baffled me to see her crane her neck when she heard Amanda’s voice. I’m so thankful for these women, their support, and their babies. Holding these little ones is therapy for me. I know neither is my own little Sephora, but knowing that little lives do go on to be cuddled and loved by others, brings he happy memories of her back to me.
Thank you to everyone who was able to Celebrate Sephora’s life with us. Your generosity, encouragement, and love is incredible. Thank you for lending a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on, all of the cards, gifts, food, gift cards, haircuts, pins, decor, flowers, seeds, and all contributions to Sephora’s Garden. Because of everything you all have done and continue to do, we can take the time to grieve our little Sephora, and find the time to make her garden larger!
John 15:12-15 “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.