Monday, August 16, 2010

Baths & Bubbles


You absolutely loved bath time. During the day you would take a bath by yourself in your little tub, and at night you and I would take one together. I remember when I was pregnant with you I would lay in the tub at night and excitedly watch my belly in hopes that you would start to move. You often did so I would just lay there and watch, trying to distinguish your elbows from your knees and your hands from your toes. Sometimes if you were quiet and I wanted you to wake up, I would tap the tub and you would begin to move. One time I unplugged the drain and it made a loud tatter against the bottom of the tub and you jumped so hard...I figured I must of scared you. Even after your birth, you seemed so energetic in the tub. You'd kick and slap your hands against the surface of the water. You'd smile and stick out your tongue. How much we loved bath time! I love the picture of you with bubbles all over your head. To me the picture shows you exactly as I want to remember you - energetic, happy, playful, beautiful, bright....

I miss you...I could never say it enough.

As always, with love
Mommy


Saturday, August 7, 2010

Forever in Our Hearts

Briana

Mommy's sitting here, crying over losing you and reading other parent's terrible stories of loss. I ran into this poem. I will never forget you. These tears seem to renew my love for you. It feels good. I love you so so much.

As always, Mommy


FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS

We thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. We think of you in silence; we often speak your name,
but all we have are memories and your pictures in a frame. A million times we've longed for you...a million times we cried.
If love could only have saved you, you never would have died. It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone. Part of us went with you the day God called you Home. In life we loved you dearly; in death we love you still. In our hearts you hold a place no one can ever fill. Your memory is our keepsake, with which we'll never part. God has you in His home; we have you in our hearts.

~Author Unknown