I've been thinking of Magie today.
I knew Magie through the glass, because she was Henry's next door neighbor for much of his stay in the CICU. I knew her mom from the hospital hallways. We'd wave good morning and peek at each other's babies through the adjoining doorway.
I remember watching Magie's activity during her better days,
the pink, fluffy sign her mommy made lovingly for her hospital crib,
glimpses of her cute face from the window.
I know that she loved the Disney cartoons,
that her mommy was excited to watch the parade with her on Thanksgiving,
that pink was her color.
I think of her when I see a pink sky at sunset
or the fluffy pink-tinged clouds at dawn.
I have a special place in my heart for Magie in part because she was part of Henry's story, and in part because there were so many parallels between their stories.
She was born 15 days before Henry. Today is her second birthday, so I'm thinking of her. And I'm thinking of her mommy, who started on this babylost journey just 5 days before I started on mine.
Happy Birthday, Magie.
Love and peace, Magie's mommy.