2 years ago our first baby was born. His name was Paul Hudson Rogers. It is a strong name, given to a strong boy. He was 8lbs 15ounces. His legs were thick, his arms were thick, his feet were huge, and his head was a big Rogers head. We had been looking forward to him for months. God had filled our little apartment with all the baby essentials through the gifts of others. We even had a blue wall ready for our firstborn boy.
Two years ago our baby boy Paul was still-born. It was the worst day of our lives. No words can describe the shock, the agony, and the pain of that day and the days following. We got to hold him, but for such a short time. We told him we loved him a thousand times. Then we buried him in the ground. And with his little casket we felt like we had buried our joy and our future.
Two years later we are celebrating Paul's short life. Today we have cried. We have written him a letter. We went out to eat at a restaurant that we visited often while Stephanie carried him. We visited his grave. Today was a good day. Today we thanked God for giving Paul to us; for letting us read him stories, and feel him move, and hold him, and change our lives. Then we visited his grave. Two years ago we buried our joy and our future with our firstborn son. Today we realized God has restored our joy, and sustained our faith. Today we know that part of our future is there, but it is not a joyless future. Today we looked forward to the day when Christ returns and resurrects baby Paul's little body from the earth, for "we will not all sleep, but we will all be changed--in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: "Death has been swallowed up in victory" (1 Cor. 15:52-54).
Today we looked back, and we cried. Today we looked forward and we rejoiced.
We miss you Paul Hudson. See you soon.