Enough dwelling on those difficult times. I have come so far these past two years, which is what I was able to focus on July 3rd. This second year since Henry's death was one of healing. The first year was just survival. Roman has been a huge part of that healing- to hold my own baby in my arms again, to know that I can have a healthy baby that lives past 3.5 months and that it was no fault in my parenting. I know these things to be true, after all we have a healthy 4 year old, but I still felt anxious. Roman does not replace Henry in any way, but my heart is now filled with more unconditional love so that fear, sadness, and grief are a smaller proportion within me. And I have become stronger to carry that grief so it doesn't feel so heavy.
Kurt's parents, the Roths, and the Winsteads all came to Idaho to commemorate with us. Thank you all for coming! And thank you everyone who sent rocks to place on his grave. We love you!
I bought all of us something "elephant" to wear for this day. It's hard to see, but Roman's onesie is covered with elephants. Kurt and Hattie each have an elephant on their shirts and my skirt has elephants on it.
Looking through pictures was harder than writing about my emotions! A picture's worth a thousand words, right? I think Henry looks so much like Roman in some pictures, and so different in others! Excuse me, Roman looks like Henry, his big bro!
I know that was a lot of pictures! Thanks for looking through them. We love and miss you so much Henry! We hope you're having a good day in heaven!