Here it is again. September. Your birth month. In just a few days (9/12) we should be celebrating your birthday with a cake lit up by 5 candles. But...no. Instead Momma is watching your classmates enter school, play sports and grow up. Meanwhile, you are forever 16.5 months old. I know in my heart and brain you are an amazing athlete, comedian, scholar, and citizen of this world. I just wish everyone else had gotten the opportunity to feel your warmth and potential. Maybe, in some small way, this blog has helped spread the word about your amazingness (made up word by Momma). To expand your Peanut Effect.
We just retuned from our annual family vacation at Big Cedar and - once again - felt an incredible connection to you. Momma and Dadda spent several hours sharing photos and videos of you with The Pickle, and explaining who you are and where you've gone. This might be the most challenging part of being a bereaved parent with subsequent kiddos. How do you explain death? Especially when it's sudden, unexpected and without explanation?
Momma took a picture of your brother while on vacation that tells me he might just see you...I'm not sure but I choose to believe. It is included below.
This fall is going to be full of fun, exciting and bittersweet moments. As time churns forward, the fact that you are forever frozen in time becomes more starkly apparent. Momma chooses to love, be joyful, and to find the wonderful happiness you opened in my heart. But still...I reserve a corner of sadness and grief for you.
I love you soooooooooooooo very much. How much? Well, to the moon - and back, silly!