September 6, 2014
August 17, 2014
January 27, 2014
This boy turned one last week. One!!
I’ve been trying to find the words to describe what it’s been like raising him and watching him grow this past year. Words to describe everything he means to me.
But words, words don’t even come close.
I’m beyond grateful that I get to hold him every day. That I get to watch him grow up. That I get to be his mom.
And that’s about all I can type for now without bursting into tears.
/ Photos from his birthday
August 13, 2013
We do meaningful things
and visit a meaningful spot.
It is his day.
A day for rituals
I think about what Liam's life means to us
and all the ways he's changed me.
I remember why we are right here right now
and the little boy who is not.
In Toronto, candles are lit
and two balloons hang next to his picture frame.
Photos of Liam are posted on his aunt's Facebook wall
and messages of remembrance are exchanged.
Justin shows me each one
and my tender heart swells.
He is remembered and missed and loved.
Liam is gone
but he is very much a part of each and every day.
He is a part of us.
His story is weaved into his brother's,
I carry one of my sons in my arms
and the other one in my heart.
August 6 is the anniversary of our first son's birth.
Liam would be two years old now.
I miss him so much.
I love him so much.
/ Some photos from his day.
July 3, 2013
June 18, 2013
April 29, 2013
Leif, this is sunrise.
This is the river.
Those are ducks.
That's a heron.
These are your hands.
And your fingers.
That's your mouth.
They are your grandparents.
They are your step sisters.
He is your brother.
His name is Liam, and one day, I will tell you his story.