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I was going to make Lasagna and post pictures of the process... but I never got around to buying the ingredients. Sorry, maybe next time! Instead, I thought I'd share with everyone something I saw at my mother's on Thanksgiving that broke my heart. Cause I like to be the downer...
"Welcome to Grandma's House. Children Spoiled While You Wait."
The names of each living grandchild are on that, they each have a heart of their own.
Something so small, and yet packed with so much. All I could think of was that there were 5 hearts, only 5. There should be 7. There should be 7 hearts, not 5. But, they can't be spoiled, can they. They died.
My sister's daughter, Amariah, was the first grandchild. She was stillborn at 41-42 weeks. My Sebastian was the last grandchild, he was lost at 5 weeks. There is nothing in my mother's home to commemorate Sebastian. My mother used to have Amariah's picture hanging in her home, but I didn't see it out this time. I don't know for sure if it wasn't out, or if I just couldn't see it. Tucked away somewhere, in the dark.
No, our children will never be spoiled. All they are to anyone else is their passing.