He will come to his family, and to our world, in joy of his meeting… and in the sadness of his leaving.
He is Sawyer, the infant son of Heather and Trent and the baby brother of Hunter and Ashlyn. And as so many of us do, we know sweet baby Sawyer in words only. The sacred and loving words of his mom, Heather, from Mom4Life.
Heather shared the unbearable heartache that Sawyer, at 36 weeks, no longer had a heartbeat. Labor will be induced today.
Heather writes that she is thankful to have known Sawyer. To have named him. And through her strength and her words, I am thankful too.
I see Sawyer as a River of Song, borrowed from a favorite book of mine, filled with the depth and breadth of music, narrative, lyrics, poetry and photography that only a boy named Sawyer could invoke in me. I see Sawyer as a boy of adventure and play… authoritatively brilliant in words and in spirit.
I see Sawyer as what his strong name means. As a riverboat pilot would know. I will always see Sawyer as a grand tree in my river of song with its branches reaching and stretching toward the surface, and the sky, moving sometimes in great speed, other times in gentle ripples… always with the current.
It is a miracle of this age that one woman with one computer is able to create a river of song with which to touch virtual strangers… thousands of strangers who will ride this river at this sad time.
I will never again see a stream, a current, a river without thinking of Sawyer.
Our deepest and most heartfelt thoughts and prayers are with Heather, Trent, Hunter, Ashlyn and Sawyer today. May sweet baby Sawyer fill his family, and our world, with the peace and healing and strength that he is sent to bring.