To Remember

To remember a beautiful boy.

For our precious little Claire.

Hanging from the tree this year were two very special ornaments of remembrance.  Each one holds a special place of our heart, and each one is dearly missed. 

It was hard for me this year.  Harder than last, surprisingly.  No little sweet boy to keep touching all the ornaments and out from under the tree and the presents.  No little Claire to babble with her sister Marlo.  Mostly though, it just felt like a piece of the puzzle was missing.  The finishing piece, that perfects the picture. 

It may be hard to understand how I could feel sadness when there is so much joy that Marlo is doing so well, but when you consider a child (or two in our case) is missing from the family, a mothers heart will always long for that space to be filled. 

We are blessed, beyond what any words could express.  For that blessing we are grateful.  Each of our children whether here or in Heaven are the best gifts of all.  In my flesh I wish we could have all been sitting around the same tree on Christmas morning and while it cannot be so, in my heart they were with me, no matter the circumstances.