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The Shadowbox


In the above photo you can see the outfit we would have likely brought Aaron home in, the hat he wore shortly after being born, his handprint molds, his footprints, one of the diapers he wore while in the NICU, his hospital band, and two poems (one to Mom, and one to Dad). The blue backdrop on the matting is one of the receiving blankets we had for Aaron. DrummerWife has just informed me that she'll be posting the words to the poems at some point in the next few days.

In case you're wondering, the words on the blue hat read: "Thank Heaven for little boys." We thought it was a particularly appropriate choice.

Comments

Anonymous said…
It's beautiful! I'm tearing up just imagining our little guy wearing the outfit and remembering what he looked like while wearing the other pieces. I can't wait to see it tomorrow night.

Grammy V.
Anonymous said…
Oh guys - that is so beautiful! Got me teary-eyed already! What a wonderful way to remember your little boy.

The girls here at ATS want you to know that we are thinking of you all the time. Hope to see you soon!

Courtney
Stephanie823 said…
Oh, it's so wonderful. Look at those tiny hands and feet! :)
Anonymous said…
It's beautiful. I can't wait to see it in person. I can see the tiny little hat that I thought was more the size of a sock. Incredible.

Love you both.
Anonymous said…
I have those same poems (they were sent with the photos from the hospital program, right?) and I love love them. Some of the better ones I have read.

Your shadow box is beautiful. The only outfit Curt ever wore had a onesie that said "thank heaven for little boys" you can even see it in some of his pics. His Mimi bought it for him a few days before he was born/passed away. Very very very appropriate.
Anonymous said…
Absolutely darling . . .what a wonderful idea. I can't wait to see it in person.

Love you two!

Tracey
XOXO

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