Warning: As I went back and read this blog post, I thought it seemed a bit strange for me to share some of these thoughts on the internet, but this blog truly is for my memories, and this is just part of that.
And, following suit with October 12th being a myriad of emotions,
here are pics of us celebrating with Jeremiah.
To me it has become both strange to celebrate a birthday at a grave yard
and yet so necessary!
Aunt Brittany left a little car for J.
Noah immediately fell in love with it!
We were not the only ones
who stopped by to see our little guy that day!
One of those moments that seems so strange to me.
My two year old sons standing over their brother's grave
on the birthday they share with him.
Triplets again.
I feel sad that I seem to have lost that word.
We get a balloon for each of the kids to send into the sky to Jeremiah.
I'm not really sure why I buy five; I suppose the last one just represents Jeremiah.
Perhaps that is Jeff's and my balloon to our little boy.
I like this pic.
The head stones of a graveyard juxtaposed with God's beauty in bright fall colors and the innocence of a child.
Only a 4 (almost 5) year old runs through a grave yard wildly waving her balloon in the wind.
Carefree.
Enjoying the fall wind.
Noah preparing to release his balloon.
Emma pointing out the other balloons in the sky.
Noah letting his go.
Emma helping him to watch it fly into the sky.
This guy wasn't so ready to send his balloon soaring.
He needed a bit of coaxing. :o)
My baby.
On his second birthday.
In a cemetery.
The last balloon flying into the sky.
Oh, how the previous caption now works here as well.
A
day
NEVER
goes
by
without us remembering you, Jeremiah.
My heart bleeds for the day that I can touch you again.
For this too, I thank my God.
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