This is how I will always remember Mia: face turned towards Derrick's or mine, eyes intently trained on us to listen for our voice. Every evening as I cooked dinner, I would set her at my feet in a bright green bouncy seat that was also used by her brothers. Each time I looked over at her, her neck was outstretched and her head would be quickly swiveling to keep track of my every move. Ever since the day she was born, she watched us intently.
Mia was born during the busiest time of the cucumber season. Actually, she was born on Easter Sunday this year; the next day was the peak of our production. This means that six days-a-week Derrick was working long, action-packed days. We enjoyed every time Daddy came in for coffee or for lunch. On this particular day, I had just finished feeding Mia and set her in his arms during coffee time. Derrick's mind was still in "work mode", but he couldn't help but bond with his darling daughter when I laid her in his arms.
When I think of my pregnancy, her birth, and her life, the words that describe our time with Mia are "too good". As Derrick and I talked the night before she died, we had just laid Mia down to sleep in her bassinet and checked on both our sleeping boys. I said to him through grateful tears, "You know, Sweetheart, God has been too good to us." And He has.