The father pushes his baby girl in the swing with a smile on his face as his broken heart trembles to remain strong. He keeps a brave face for his wife while inwardly he struggles with his faith. He has to hide his emotions before they crumble his entire being. He hugs his baby girl with loving fear. He is overprotective because of the years of struggle and loss it took for her to be here. She is their miracle. A miracle he almost lost when they lost her twin. You see him lovingly glance at his wife but you do not see the deep connection of anguish that lies between them with unspoken words that only they share with just that glance.
For you see today is the birthday of their lost baby girl, whom was born too early, a precious angel that watches over them along with her 12 other siblings with wings. They are celebrating her short existence in their life. They are celebrating the family that they are blessed with. They are living this bittersweet life that you are on the outside trying to look in on. You will not understand all this is going on right in front of you. You have not endured what they have to understand their silent conversation. You will say a pleasant comment as you walk by mentioning how fun it is to have just two kids. You will not know how painful that comment is for them. You will not see the father’s back stiffen as he holds back knocking emotions on the unsteady wall he has built. You will not hear the slight tremble in the mother’s voice as she says a pleasant reply. You will not see them fall in bed tonight completely exhausted from trying to keep it together for the sake of their young children. You also will not see them do the same thing day after day just to live this bittersweet life.