Each year I dread November. It brings back so many awful memories, feelings, and sadness. Each year gets a little easier but November 21st is still a day my heart feels empty and my soul even emptier. Matt and I celebrated our sweet little boy by taking the girls to his gravestone and bringing him a balloon.
Although we still shed tears we could only laugh at the sight (and we know Collin was laughing too) of his sisters shaking a balloon and running and jumping between gravestones. Thank you Emma and Maddie for keeping life light and not too heavy during what used to be the darkest day of the year. We honored him by having a date night, eating yummy food, drinking wine, and crying and laughing and reminiscing about life with my momma.
Although life isn’t what i thought it was going to look like. I’ll take it, keep living it, and let go of what it should have been.
Happy Birthday sweet boy.... you should have been four. You should have been running and chasing your sisters and you should have been here in my arms. But instead I can only wish and dream of those things.
