Hope in Ladybugs

Do you have a small or big miracle that has brought you hope lately? Link up with Franchesca and share with others on her blog hop of hope entitled Small Miracles.


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The past two + years have been difficult, wonderous, horrifying, blissful, peaceful terrifying, but also full of tremendous HOPE.

We miss our Nicholas every day. He is engrained in our family. A part of our every day dynamics and there are many times he makes his presence known to us.

There was one particular day... his very first Angel Day where hope seemed to prevail and our baby boy was persistent in showing us his love. We were attending a special duathalon that was organized by some amazingly supportive friends in honour of Nicholas. On that day ( a cold, Canadian day in November) a ladybug perched on my hand and didn't leave for the entire race (4-5 hours). This ladybug traveled up and down my arm, lighted on my finger, my water bottle... didn't fly away once. I was convinced that it was a sign. A beautiful sign. A tangible reminder that our babies are always near. They are always watching and loving us from afar.

Since then, ladybugs have become Nicholas' thing, of course. Many of my inspiring, hope filled stories involve ladybugs in one way or another. In fact, just today (an oddly mild day in February) a ladybug landed on my middle son, Kyle's mitten... just for a moment. It's Kyle's birthday.... Nicholas wanted to wish his brother a happy birthday. Love it.