It’s been 5 years today, and I have grieved you every one of those days.  In the early days, I tried to have faith that while my arms were empty and my heart broken, you were safe and loved in God’s arms.  Now, I imagine you running and playing, smiling and laughing, still safe by God’s side.  But there’s not a day that I don’t wish my arms were the ones holding you.  And every time I see a butterfly (which is almost daily), I feel you with me.  Momma loves you, Chase, and as the song says, you’re worth all of me.  (Special thanks to my dear friend, Sherri, for introducing this song to me).