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38 Weeks

Dear Aaron,

Happy 38 week Heaven Day sweet pea! Tonight I went and got a haircut. As I was getting ready to leave I scheduled my next appointment and I was scheduling 8 weeks out. The girl was looking ahead and gave me the date of April 18th. I got huge tears in my eyes. Part of me can't believe that you birthday is 8.5 weeks away. I can't believe we are quickly closing in on one year since you entered this world. Your daddy and I need to get moving on what our plans are going to be for that weekend.

This week I talked to a couple of people about how I said that someone would be up in heaven with you teaching you how to play in the snow. Everyone I talked to had a different idea of exactly who it might be showing you new things etc. I think it's pretty neat that everyone can have their own ideas on whatever brings them peace or makes them smile when they think of you. Your daddy and I mention different people all the time, but sometimes no matter how comforting that is it still hurts that it's not US... I know though, when we do get to be together we'll get to experience all of those firsts together.

I miss you Aaron and I love you more than there are stars in the sky :-)

Love always,
Mommy

PS. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Comments

Anonymous said…
Your blog (Drummerwife and Drummer) brought tears to my eyes.

I believe it's a beautiful thing what you are doing here!!!

I couldn't believe a comment I read about how some people think this is negative. Sadly that is the type of world we now live in.

Ignore them. I wish you two all the best!!!! God Bless the two of you. Your Aaron is looking right down at the two of you knowing what wonderful loving parents he has. He will always be looking down at the two of you!!

Tonya

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