I will never forget where he was standing when it happened.
He was at our kitchen sink, and I could only see part of his face from where I was sitting, in my favorite place on the couch. It had only been three days since Mark and I had come home from the hospital, and had begun walking through the dark valley of losing a child. I say we were walking, but we were not. We were limping, crawling, standing still, laying down, being carried..but not alot of walking, yet.
I surrounded myself, in those early days of grieving, with song. Worshipful words that filled my mouth and soul with what I could not find or express myself. So, a constant stream of music was playing in our home.
While Mark stood at the kitchen sink, fulfilling many of the household chores that I couldn't do yet, one of my most cherished songs over the years, Legacy, by Nichole Nordeman, began to play. I had cried through many a song by this day, so it was not my own tears that made this memory cement itself in my mind.
It was my husband's tears. Sure, he had cried many times in the days since we said goodbye to Chase. But, this was one of the first times, since the hospital, when he had wept.
These were the exact words that brought him to tears: