Sometimes the smallest things
take up the most room in your heart.
-Winnie the Pooh.
A small, but mighty bit of a boy has been added to our family.
A new son for my sister means a new nephew for me.
It’s so much fun to snuggle, cuddle and love on him.
There is just nothing like that little newborn stage
where you can wrap them up tight, tuck them under your chin
and feel that soft fuzzy head with the new baby smell.
He brought many smiles and tears
since he was named after his uncle we all miss so much.
How do you celebrate while crying? We managed to do a lot of both.
Meet Jaxon Mark
He came all on his own good time
and weighed a whopping 8lbs and 13oz on arrival.
We spent a weekend in IN holding baby,
cooking, cleaning, changing diapers and loving some family time.
The weather was beautiful so the kids played outside!
I missed the party at Grandma’s Saturday
but they said the kites were flying and the creek was splashing.
We’re still happy to have men in the kitchen!
We’re gonna make the most of them and their love of grilling.
The quickest way to wake a sleeping baby
is to gently rest your head on a pillow.
This quote holds water with this little guy.
I got my exercise walking him around for a few days.
It’s been awhile since the last baby in the family
so everyone wants to hold him, until he cries
then they are happy to pass him on.
If only he knew how worried he should be.
This cousin will teach him many things!
This little cousin had a birthday so we had a little party for her.
She had much help opening gifts.
Sunday we were all packed up and ready to head home
and the Excursion broke down.
Not a good thing, but it had a few perks.
We were very close to Mom’s when it happened
and one more day with the baby and family was a good thing.
He always thinks he’s hungry!
If he takes after the uncle he’s named after,
he’ll be a big boy some day.
One morning the sunrise was just beautiful.
I took a picture and wondered just what it must look like from the other side.
I have no doubt this beauty pales in comparison to what Tris is seeing.
What must his eyes behold?
I’m sure no beautiful sunrise or sunset even comes close!
It seemed like Spring might bring new hope, new healing to our hearts, but lately I’m not sure. Instead it seems to be opening new wounds. Tris was a lover of Spring, warmer days, farmers in the fields, so much to do, so little time. He thrived on it all. This Spring it seems so empty, so lifeless through our tear filled eyes.
Grief is such a long arduous journey and we long for a reprieve, but find none. My mind keeps going back to the verse in Psalms 30. “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” We are anxiously awaiting that morning.