Sunrise: Sunday, November 18, 2007
Sunset: Wednesday, November 21, 2007
To my sweet Malachi,
It has been a few days since you had to leave and I love and miss you so much. You brought me so much joy. As you grew inside of me, there were times I thought you were going to kick my bladder out. I couldn't laugh without running to the restroom and I couldn't sleep without you doing what felt like martial arts inside of me.
When you were inside of me I used to play a song for you before we would go to sleep at night. Remember the words? "I receive it. I receive life. I receive joy. I receive peace. I receive all the things that you have for me and now...now I can live." You are truly living right now and you will live with Jesus forever. I will make sure your memory lives on. I had the opportunity to have you in my life for 3 days and I treasure every single moment I was given.
The days leading up to your birth, the doctors tried to monitor you, but you kicked the monitor so hard they kept having to start it over. I laughed to myself because as small as you were, nobody could control you. You proved to be a soldier and that's what you are.
When the doctor began delivering you, they told me not to expect you to cry because of your age. Your grandmommy told me not only were you crying, but you came out breathing without any help and were swinging that right fist as the nurses attempted to wrap you up. They wrapped you up and you some how managed to get that right fist back in the air to swing some more. The fight in you reminds me of myself. They brought you in to see me from a slight distance as they continued to work on me and I noticed we both were straining our necks to see each other. Again, you had that right arm out, but this time it looked like you were reaching in my direction. I got a chance to hold your hand and your grip was so strong. I got a chance to talk to you and everytime you heard me you began kicking your legs. I even laid hands on you and told you that you shall live and not die. You are living.
You had many people praying for you. Your grandmommy and I had a chance to pray over the doctor that was going to be doing your last procedure. When we finished praying with him, the nursing staff had tears in their eyes because they said nobody ever offered to pray over the surgeon before surgery. Even the nurses miss you. You have forever impacted the lives of many and you will continue to do that. Malachi, your first name was named after a prophet in God's word and your middle name Ezekiel, was named after a priest. You are royalty. You are my little fighter and though you will be sleep in God's presence for a little while, I know we will meet again in Heaven. Your family loves you so much and they too will see you again. We love you baby.
Love Mommy & Family
