Well, all of our normal traditions to celebrate Max were really squashed with the Covid regulations. No hospital visit, no seeing my favorite OB, no family party at the park. It was just the five of us. We took donuts to the cemetery and cleaned off his stone. Just a quiet day with our little family. It’s sad for me to be there. We keep growing and changing and the cemetery stays the same. The thought of his little box with his little body in it buried under the hard earth just undoes me every time.
When we got home, our friends and left balloons and treats all over our lawn. It made me so happy to know Max was being thought of!
Another year closer to being reunited. That thought alone gets me through a lot of the sad days. Happy Birthday Max, we love you so much.