Other notable happenings:
We made gingerbread houses. Linc made a shark pool out back. Isabelle was meticulous and careful.
|just his lil hands and his elbow pudge and his lips and his cheeks|
We hosted a cookie exchange! Which I think we will do every year? It was fun to try a bunch of different cookies and see my girl friends for a few hours. Then everyone left with a couple dozen to snack on or pass around to neighbors.
|Thatch had his first santa experience. No prob.|
|iphone timer for the win! this makes me happy and also it hurts a little bit|
It was our first time with Thatcher, and I guess it was more emotional than I thought it would be! That’s how grief works, you never know when it’s going to come and go. It’s so hard to sit on that bench and hold my wiggly four month old and know that underneath that big pile of cold ground is a little white box with the body of my baby in it. That never gets less painful. Max is never far from my mind… I’ve visited his grave so many times over the past 2 1/2 years and envisioned what it would be like to bring our new baby there. I sat and begged Max to send down a brother or sister, desperately prayed for our family. Thatcher has been so good for my soul, and I know that Max will always play a part in our earthly family… even if it’s just Saturday mornings spent at his park. Always so renewing to visit his little spot.