Mary Grace, we remembered you in a special way yesterday.
And at the same time, we move on.
We keep walking forward; time doesn't stop when someone passes.
Although it can feel that way for awhile.
But the rest of the world continues on.
Yesterday, we went to the cemetary and for the first time, brought our newest little guy.
It was a gorgeous day; warm and windy for February.
Isabel ran up and down the big hill that is littered with gravesites; looking for those tiny purplish-blue flowers that she had found just three years ago.
And Ian crawled up and down the hill, leaving little time for reflections of grief. Instead my thoughts were occupied with making sure he didn't crawl over graves, or pick flowers out of the vases. So it was a much different kind of visit than we had had before on her anniversary. But in the same breath, it was lovely. It was lovely to be in this place now, having another precious child in our arms, alive and well. It was a reminder of how God saw us through loss, and blessed us with new life.
I didn't cry yesterday, which surprised me a little. But I definitely felt the prayers of friends and relatives who remembered our family yesterday. Thank you for continuing to bless us with your love! We love and appreciate you!