Child of God, wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, quilter, basket lover, amateur photographer, flower and vegetable gardener …….. some a little of who I am, some a lot of who I am, and all a part of me. When I started quilting several years ago, it sparked a passion in my creative side that I never knew existed. I fell in love with it from the very start. I love everything about it, from choosing the fabrics and designing the quilt until the time I finish the last stitch of the binding and everything in between.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Letter to my son

I wrote this letter to my son two weeks ago on his birthday, April 5 ...

To Connor Steven McCormick: 
My middle child would be 20 today. While I carried him inside me, his daddy picked his first name and I picked his middle name, after my mom's maiden name, Stevens. He came into our lives for a few brief moments but quickly made the journey back to his heavenly home. I had the privilege of knowing him for nine short months. I knew when he slept, when he was awake, when he had hiccups, when he was stretching, and when he turned over. Sweet baby Connor --- would you have dark hair like your big brother or red hair like your little sister? Would you have your daddy's green eyes or your mommy's blue eyes? Would you have played football? What would you have chosen to do in college? Would you have a girlfriend and would I love her also? 20 years later and the ache is present. I have two children with me but I am the mom of three. Moments in our arms, forever in our hearts. We love and miss you still………


  1. Very poignant, Rhonda. My heart goes out to you. It never stops hurting, does it?

  2. Oh sweet sister!! One consolation - you'll get to see him in heaven!! Blessings to you and all of your family!!

  3. I am sorry for your loss and I know this pain. It really is always present. I will pray for you today, my friend.


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