Memorial Day

On Monday, DH received a phone call - one of his coworkers lost his 16 year old daughter in a car accident on Sunday. I think I met this coworker once at a holiday party, but not his daughter. Still my heart aches for this family, such a tragedy. I understand the pain of losing a child too soon. I know they wish they could see her one more time, to hold her one more time, to stroke her hair, to kiss her cheek.

The family created a slide show of pictures of their daughter. I was a little jealous, all of the memories they have of their precious daughter, memories I'll never be able to create with my Sara.

Mother's Day

Mother's Day was nice. I was able to sleep in a bit - which is always a welcome gift. DH made bacon & eggs for breakfast for us. I was given a bird bath - it's ceramic with blue butterflies around the rim. Ethan 'signed' a card for me - with his hand print. There were also butterflies on the card.
We worked around the house, unpacking a few boxes, clearing out the garage, hung some pictures - getting settled into our house. DH made dinner for me - bacon wrapped shrimp & shark, asparagus, wine & a berry cobbler.

It was a peaceful, bittersweet day, my first Mother's Day with a live baby in my arms.

Ethan's Baptism II

My friend B & her daughter D. and me & Ethan at their baptism.

Movie Review

Last night Dh & I watched Jun.o. We knew what the basic plot was & still chose to watch it. Overall it was a sweet, witty story, but we knew it could be upsetting, it was about a pregnant girl afterall.

Near the end, there was a scene - the girl & her boyfriend were laying in the hospital bed together, the baby had been born but wasn't in the room with them. (I don't want to ruin the story for anyone who wants to see it.) Just that image brought DH & me back to the night we lost Sara - the 2 of us holding each other in a hospital bed, crying, I was no longer pregnant, we were heart-broken.